Once upon a time, there was/it happened/it began a tiny/small/little seed. This seed/sprout/plantling didn't just dream of growing tall/becoming strong/reaching the sun; it dreamed of being a part of something bigger than itself/helping others/bringing joy to the world. It knew that even though it was small/young/insignificant, it had the power/pot

So I keep on to ponder… “Is she the port wine and chocolate cake Female? Gosh, she doesn’t appear like that sort of Female.” But I don’t speculate as well prolonged due to the fact Chad enters the room and says, “Marc, there’s someone I need you to satisfy. however even though she was actually dying of thirst, she couldn’t deliver