There’s a legend about the heart of a fox, hidden under mossy green water, guiding flows of rivers and streams. This fox was a 9-tails-vixen-turned-cursed spectre to begin with, it then bit its own tail, then leaped into the river to bury the tale of a betrayed love. Whenever you see bubbles rising by mossy riverbanks, those are dreams of the sleeping fox. If you manage to catch one of those bubbles and make a wish before it bursts, your dream will come true.
That’s just a made up story. Every night I tell bedtime stories for the kids, every morning each story clones another version for me. Stories continue, day goes by, questions keep coming, and the “…” is always a smile or a handshake between us and fate.
Thank you!
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Goodbye!
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And have a wonderful day!
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