Bitcoin Is The Answer
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Beyond the Fog
In a quiet village, clear thinking was everyone’s goal. Sometimes, a tempting mist made things seem easier and happier. But the wise old folks hinted that the mist might not show the whole truth.
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Fruitless Tree
In a quiet orchard, fruits were ready to pick. One day, a quick shadow passed. The next morning, some fruits were gone, and the tree looked different.
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Martha’s New Morning
Martha didn’t like the morning bird’s song. It was too loud for her. One day, a traveler gave her a special lantern. She put it by her window. The next day, with the lantern’s light and the bird’s song, mornings felt different. Somehow, Wawa started to enjoy them.
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Martha’s Gaze
In Martha’s garden, one tree had the shiniest apple. Every day, she’d watch it, lost in its glow. A traveler, passing by, left a clear glass of water on her table. She sipped, her attention shifting. Days passed, and the apple’s glow dimmed in her eyes, as the simplicity of clear water held its gentle…
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Martha and the Feather
Each dawn, Martha sat beneath a tree, her focus on the rise and fall of her breath. One day, a feather floated down, landing on her lap. She held it to her lips. A gentle exhale made it dance in the air, then it settled back down during her inhale. Every day, with the feather…
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Martha’s River Reflection
Every morning, Martha visited the river. The shimmering ripples held her gaze, each one dancing to its rhythm before vanishing, replaced by another. One day, a weathered pebble caught her attention. She tossed it into the river. Circles spread out, each one growing and fading, replaced by the next. She threw another, then another. One…
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Echoes of the Gecko’s Bite
Two pets in a jar, twined divine, Their dance stilled by a tragic line. One tiny soul took its flight, Echoed by the gecko’s bite.
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Flies in a Honey Jar
Two flies bask in honey’s sweet kiss, A grubby life of sugared bliss. Tara’s pets in this verdant love weave, Mirror her fondness for all that is green.
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Slipped Notes in the Passport
One warm afternoon, I was taking a well-deserved break on my balcony after a long day at work, when an elderly man called out to me from the yard below. His name was Steven, the owner of the house I was currently renting a room in. He had a habit of visiting the house once…
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