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Part 4 *•*•*•*• That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept wondering whether Greptim would make it through the night, with the weather being as cold as it is.
A quaint and quite country house, Hides secrets, of dark skin and light. They sit and they eat fried country mouse, As they wait out the perilous night.
I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping, apples falling from trees, and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autumn leaves.
I walk, the sand in my toes, the wind in my face and the overwhelming sound of seagulls around my head. I ponder through my thoughts, thinking, regretting and remembering my journey.
I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping apples falling from trees and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autom leaves.
Sitting down on her soft cabin bed, Catherine smiled to herself. She was a daydreamer. A daydreamer who couldn't stop thinking. What did she think about.
Weihnachtsgeschichte aus „Die Kinderbibel“ von Anne de Vries Zwei Menschen gingen eine Straße entlang. Ein Mann und eine Frau. Sie gingen nur langsam. Sie waren schrecklich müde.