DreamsThere was nothing unusual than facing the weak-flashing computer with piles of papers next to him everyday for him. Almost everyday, he typed almost every alphabets, finished every documents and used every minute he could spare. Such a life made him thin like a withered willow due to the bad diet he consumed every weekday a cup of coffee, a few doughnuts; only caffeine and starch could not give him much.He did not look like he has his own unique soul; except for those who know him really well, others would really pity him very much. Fortunately for him, he never complains to anyone about his work; he was happy.Sometimes he would fe
The Good and the Wild HorseOnce there was a man who owned a wide prairie field and a good horse. Instead of keeping it in a stable, he let it to stay on the field but built a very high fence that was impossible to jump through; there were some space between the wooden logs of fence so the horse could see the field outside.It was treated very well and given much care the best hay, the cleanest water and of course, the most loving owner any other horses could dream of. The man would spend enough time to groom the horse and talk to it. When it rains, it is allowed to stay inside the house and listen to its masters stories.One day, a wild horse which came
Love being an alto.
Thanks~
I wish I could sing soprano and bass, but I'm just not that talented.
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Yet.