Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.
Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.
The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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