Tune sixty seventh The Story Of Change
Part One….. The Journey Has Started
Once upon a time, and in the land of amicability, has born a little girl…she was so pretty, more than anyone can imagine, her heart was so pure and full of belief…she used to decorate her darkened black hair with blanch jasmine…she used to love jasmine a lot, and she always implanted jasmine's shrubs in her garden…then, when she grew older a little bit she took her chance to go on for her own adventure, and she always dreamed of meeting new people who can be with her all the time in this world, who can support her and give her strength to face all of her fearing…after a mile of walking she found herself in front of a very big and amazing house, the way that house has been build was so unfamiliar and –at the same time- so nifty, the smell of wisdom was breezing from that place, at first she was so afraid of entering, but then she heard a very nice voice invited her to came in, and when she entered, she saw a charming man and she asked him about what she wanted …she said "Sage, I've waited so long before I start my own travel, and I don't wanna be lost in this wild world, which way you advice me to go, is it the black one, or the white one"…So he looked deep into her hazel eyes, and then he answered "Darling, go out and follow that winds, that coming from the north, it will lead you to the right way"…she thanked him a lot but before she went out she took one last look at his face and asked "Will you be there? Cause I'm sure that I'll need your help"…he smiled and said" I'll be wherever you'll be"…she didn't understand what he said, but she smiled back at him and then went out….
She stood on a bloomy hill, and waited for that wind, she spent days on that highland, and finally, that wind has come and touched her soft cheeks very smoothly, she knew it, it was the wind she had to follow, so she got up and started walking again, she walked across so greeny fields , she saw the unrestrained horses running freely in the wild, she used to listen to the songs of the different kinds of birds, and those tunes always gave her hope to continue her long journey, so she always had to think that she must go on and on without stopover , cause she knew that there was no time to be wasted…
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