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I stand strong as a witness to a land of constant change. Constantinople’s walls remind all of a past overflowing with antiquities and ancient voices. East meets west as the winds of change slowly sweep this land in waves of reddish hues. Like a crescent moon rising from the arms of history, the Turkish people drift ever closer towards a modern society. Three hundred sixty-five leaves represent but one year in this slow transition in the passage of time. I stand as a guardian of this land’s history, and a witness to this country’s triumphant emergence.
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