So far my favourite place to write is outside at our home. We back onto bushland and a reserve known for the many different species of birds that live there. It is a hotspot for bird watchers. As we back onto it we have all those birds coming around every year at different times. The birdsong is amazing especially first thing in the mornings, you wake to it.
So so far, outside, with the view of the trees, the sounds of the birds, plus them visiting our birdbaths etc.
You have already started it before the completion of your first year. This is reality.
I hope that this account anniversary will encourage you to connect with these types of work more.
Enjoy these moments.
You show them the regards and respect what they always deserve. So it is a very special blog post to me.
You also mention the utility of these streaks. Only a few of the friends can think it deeply. You are one of them. That gives this blog post an especial dimension.
Once again, congratulation for the beautiful blog post.
You are absolutely correct Silvern. They are legend figures. We are very fortunate to have leaders like The StoryMaster and The StoryMistress.
Enjoy this lovely community.
They are all legends and one of the pillars of our community. You point out very correctly that a great leader like The StoryMaster is always the most valuable treasure of any community. We are very fortunate to have as our leader.
“Where are we going?”
"To hell"
I understand that Tom is getting angree. So I remain silent and follow him.
Tom told me yesterday to come with him.
He told me, "You are only person whom I believe most. So I request you to come with me at night adventure."
I agreed to come with him.
But...
Where are we going now?
Let see, what happens next.
I decided to follow the Tom silently.
***
After half of an hour, Tom stopped before a Cemetery.
I asked him, "Why do you come here at night?"
"What is the date today."
"This is not my answer, Tom"
" Yes, it is answer." Tom asked me again, "What is the date today?"
"23rd"
"Yeah, in this day my grandfather sacrificed his life for the sake of the national interest." He stopped for a few moments then told me, " Even his family members forgot that day! But I can't."
He took with him a bunch of Roses. He gave it with a deep respect.
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