Mutluluk Stories

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Lily. She had long, flowing hair the color of honey and big, bright eyes that sparkled like diamonds. Her smile could light up a room, and her laughter was like music to the ears. Lily lived in a small village at the edge of a vast forest. She spent her days tending to her garden, playing with her friends, and exploring the woods. Everyone in the village loved her for her kind heart and gentle nature. One day, while out for a walk in the forest, Lily stumbled upon a hidden glade. The sun shone down on the clearing, and the grass was soft and green. In the center of the glade stood a beautiful tree with branches that reached up to the sky. Lily felt drawn to the tree and approached it cautiously. As she got closer, she noticed that there was something hanging from one of the branches. It was a small, silver locket. Curious, Lily reached up and took the locket down from the branch. She opened it up and gasped in amazement. Inside was a tiny portrait of a handsome prince. Lily knew then that she had to find this prince and return his locket to him. She set out on a journey that would take her across mountains and through valleys, but she never gave up hope. Finally, after many months of searching, Lily found the prince. He was just as handsome as his portrait, and he was overjoyed to be reunited with his locket. As a reward for her kindness and bravery, he asked Lily to be his queen. Lily accepted his proposal, and they were married in a grand ceremony. They ruled over their kingdom with love and kindness, and they lived happily ever after. And so, the beautiful girl named Lily became a queen, loved by all who knew her for her kind heart and gentle nature. MORE AT https://crypto-algo.fr

Hissettiklerimi yazıyorum. Bazen sessiz bir gecede. Bazen aydınlık bir sabahta. En güzel sözler gün doğumunda doğar. En güzelleri gün batarken tutulur.

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Hissettirdiğiyle hissettiği farklı olan gökkuşağı kimse renklerinin arkasındaki hislerini düşündü mü? ... Her gülümseyen mutlu mudur ? Her iyiyim diyen iyi midir ?

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