I have been young, and now I am old; old enough to tell my story, old enough to have a story to tell.
Once there was a girl named Amalia who dreamed about a bluebell. In her dream, she saw a bluebell flower blooming in a patch of sunlight. The little flower rejoiced in the warmth of the sun and lifted its petals in celebration of the light. Amalia rejoiced as well, for how often does one encounterContinue reading “A Patch of Sunlight”