I have a lovely friend who is known to make up fanciful lies — mainly to entertain those that whirl around her in New York — and to assuage any pain or lonesomeness in her life.
You always wonder where her reality begins and the fantasy ends.
by Noemi Szadeczky-Kardoss
Have you ever wondered why are the clouds so pretty?
Well, there was once a Butterfly, who wanted to find the answer to that question. This Butterfly decided to fly to the clouds, and she was very determined. Nobody could talk her out of that resolution, and no argument or reasoning could persuade her to change her mind. When her friends saw they had tried everything, and she only became more stubborn, they changed their ground.
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