It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.
It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.
It's too late. It was too late by the time I arrived in London to turn your notebook into a dove; there were too many people already involved. Anything either of us does has an effect on everyone here, on every patron who walks through those gates. Hundreds if not thousands of people. All flies in a spiderweb that was spun when I was six years old and now I can barely move for fear of losing someone else.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories