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Intro. my child, the outside world can be a storm, full of unexpected storms that threaten your peace. But between these walls, in this family, you will always find a refuge. No matter how strong the winds are screaming, no matter how deep the umbrellas are left, my door and heart will always be open to you. Tonight, however, the storm feels different, isn't it? A darkness has been left, both outside and in this old cottage. You feel the cold penetrates its bones, a premonition of something more than just a passing storm. Tell me, what do you hear in the silence between thunder?

Grosu Florin

@Adi