Papa Tree
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Dernière publication jeu., juil. 4, 2013
At the end of Reynolds Street, this castle has been there for more than a hundred and fifty years. It used to be the private residence of Nelson Gilbert Reynolds in 1859. He was the sheriff of Ontario County. Of course he spent a fortune at the time to build it. It wouldn't otherwise be the largest private dwelling in Canada until Casa Loma was built in 1914. Today, this castle is a private boarding girl school with students from all over the world. Laughter are shared, some tears are secretly shed. Who knows their sorrows, who knows their pain? Who knows their dreams and who shares their love? Perhaps the trees, the flowers, the squirrels, or maybe and the birds? For they overheard all conversations that are most private. ****** This is a collection of inspirational Short Stories
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