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Sometimes, visitors would come to him for guidance. Hearing this gave Marco a spark of hope. “Maybe he can help me,” he thought. So, Marco set out on a long journey. After days of walking, he finally reached the village. There, he found a small house covered in greenery. Sitting quietly on the …

Sometimes, visitors would come to him for guidance. Hearing this gave Marco a spark of hope. “Maybe he can help me,” he thought. So, Marco set out on a long journey. After days of walking, he finally reached the village. There, he found a small house covered in greenery. Sitting quietly on the porch was the old man, eyes closed, looking completely at peace. Marco approached him gently. “Grandfather,” he said softly, “my mind never rests. I keep thinking all the time.