I spent first 16 years in a small Belarusian village with one school in a walking distance. My mom cherished me but was too protective, so my first year in college proved to be tough as I was not used to be away from my mother’s shielding wing. But the abundance of love I carried in me helped to unlock even the heaviest doors with huge locks and complicated alarm systems. It is magic that everybody can muster to recreate the reality in a benevolent way. I am grateful for every difficult experience I had as it shaped my personality. Every day brings new impressions and the learning process never stops. The seclusion of first years helped me to master the art of loving to be in the company of my thoughts. Patience was my companion in my writing experiences. Love that I am gifted every day with helps me to believe in what I’m doing.
on Dec. 10, 2017 :
Sorry but not good. "It was only a dream is overused cliche." Even if not a dream why didnt old woman just stay in barn?
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