She was chained and held in a dungeon, desires diminishing so was her chance to escape. Bereaved she was, but never deprived of hope and see wrote resilience on the oubliette walls where she was captivated. And a century later her words carved on the lithographs were preached by oracles on how to keep the flame burning when everything else works towards demolishing one’s defiant grit
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You have given me a new hope today!! I just LOVE this!!
Thanks so much for your lovely words. Much appreciate it ❤️
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Many thanks for your lovely words and kind read
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It’s been delightful fun
Was a delight to read this. Hopefully it instils a flame whoever reads it!🔥😃
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