Sapphires (short story)
All words used.
festive wool wisp right brother write (or wrote) dream sparkle sapphire thank
The festivities for the last of the sheep's wool shearing were in full swing. Odd wisps of wool were swept away by the Autumn breeze. Right then, my brother wrote a letter home, describing a dream he'd had about sparkling sapphires. He told us that he then bought his girlfriend a sapphire ring for their engagement party. She was delighted, far more than thankful. We had a double celebration, although my brother and his girl were far away in Britain.
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
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