#291-Magic
The farmers near our village were busy today. By late afternoon, the fields had been neatly mowed and the grass ready to be gathered for feed....
#283-Confusion
Rock: “I wish I was big like that mountain.”
Twig: “Why?”
Rock: “To be important, majestic, admired.”...
#275-Naturally
“Let your leaves drop gradually along the way,” the voice whispers.I walk by this wall often. During springtime it’s covered with tiny green leaves. ...