Fantasy 25.8.14

fairy stitching garland 1.4.14

One by one she picks up the flowers. Sometimes she adds some pebbles, thorns too not willingly she is bound to stitch in the thing she picks up, and she is blind.

When the garland is ready she waits. Outside the window. The first cry of the newborn brings a sweet smile to her lips. She places that garland on the tiny head and returns to her seat. We call her luck.

Seven Sentence Story 3.4.14

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