It was a beautiful night as Mary looked out her window. The stars were out, the moon was bright and beautiful. She had come home to visit her family in the country after having moved to New York to make her dreams come true.
When she was a little girl, all she could think about was being able to leave this small town. But now she realized that there was a special kind of peace here. She knew that she had to allow herself to spread her wings and fly. It was time to go, but her heart would stay.
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Judith Jascha
Mom, sister, teacher, student, writer. I love to touch on all areas as I like to expose myself to new things. My goal is to use my experience to entertain and educate.
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Fascinating story