Hi I'm foreign
Maybe it is true
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today I ran for my life. I grabbed hold of my anger my normal retired life was settled in the countryside. I had a place to go when I was young. I remember resting in a small hut by the brook just myself looking at the dim sunlight. The wind grew weak peace among a parlor spread in the wind. As a child playing in my magic tree house throwing rocks in the ponds yelling at my stuffed animals. I sit on the deck to watch the ducks fish. Oh, how I love it here all alone loving every minute. I guess my anger was just the power of running away from it all. Maybe it is true for a little girl to dream of such a nature.
Thank you I hope this story is better. Thank you to DEPIN!!! Forgiving me a great story.
