Opportunity is not a rock, it is a bird! You either catch it or you miss it! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Opportunity is not a rock, it is a bird! You either catch it or you miss it! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Opportunity is not a rock, it is a bird! You either catch it or you miss it! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Opportunity is not a rock, it is a bird! You either catch it or you miss it! — Mehmet Murat ildan
Opportunity is not a rock, it is a bird! You either catch it or you miss it! — Mehmet Murat ildan
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Opportunity is not a rock, it is a bird! You either catch it or you miss it!

— Mehmet Murat ildan
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