The odds of anyone believing, never a single word out loud in real life to each other. Mind bogglingly profound, it was the truth. Today a most horrible day was made brighter, even under the cloudy gloom of the seasonal storm. The day she was facing wasn't going to be pleasant. This was like an answered prayer. Whatever this was. The joy in vulnerability, his point of view helped to create a shape in this mysterious design. Like a myth in the making, the axis of truth was solid. Her understanding was still finding words.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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