Dear diary
18 July 2020
Early each morning
I kneel down at the stream
To pick up a stone
Sometimes didn’t make sure
That it was directly from the water
As the water cut shapes away
All the rough egdes
To make it swifts through the air
Making beautiful bows
On the surface of the water
This newcomer
Aimed her stones at the giants
Only to realize that
It appears to be silly silhouettes
I sighed of relieve…
I took one more step
And realize hearing the soft
Encouragement
You can do all things !
Love …ChallEngEr ❤
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beautiful!
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Thank you🤗
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