They kept choosing different directions.
But the paths kept leading to the other.
They were each other’s endgame.
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They kept choosing different directions.
But the paths kept leading to the other.
They were each other’s endgame.
An Author You'll Remember 
oh so sweet!
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Thank you so much, dear Cookie for your appreciation! 😊
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a delightful tale, Mia; exquisitely miniaturized —
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Thank you so much for your encouragement, John. 🙂
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In short, the story invites us to question the nature of decisions and destinies, suggesting that perhaps we are not always in complete control, as our choices become intertwined with those of others and, in the end, lead us to the same destiny.
Hugs.
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Beautifully put, Lincol! 🙂
Thank you so much for your time for stopping by to comment. 🤗
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🤗🤗🤗
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I love your three line stories. Great thoughts.
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Thank you so much for the love and encouragement, David! 😊
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Sweet:)
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Thanks a ton for appreciating, Kimberly! 🙂
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👌👍🌟✨💫
⬻𓂀★♡·𝑷𝒂𝒙·𝑳𝒖𝒙·𝑨𝒎𝒐𝒓·𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒔·♡★𓂀⤖
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Thanks a ton, Graham! 🙂
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🙏🙇♂️🌟✨💫
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Lovely that they came to that conclusion 🙂
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Isn’t it? That’s the beauty of life sometimes, having a way of its own.
Thank you so much for your encouraging response, Dave. 🙂
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So hopeful and lovely.
Gwen.
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Glad you think so. Thanks a ton for your appreciation, Gwen! 🙂
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