The river below is almost musical to my ears as it crashes against rocks and land, but no matter how beautiful the blue path of water is, it doesn’t change my unease of the next path I’m taking. The long path, made only of wood and rope, floats in midair, daring anyone to cross. It’s stretches on and from here, I can see no
Once upon a day their lived a very poor wife who was called Emma and a husband called Steven who hoped for a daughter.One day in December 2006 while they were looking for food they saw a baby who was lost in the street and was about 1 or 2 years old they went quickly and held her up high and they called her Hope because she was their first
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