In a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering pine trees, lives a young woman named Kezia.
She has left her hometown to pursue her dreams in the bustling city, but as time passes, she finds herself longing for the familiar comforts of home.
Memories of lazy summer afternoons by the lake and cozy evenings around the fireplace filled her mind, and before long, homesickness weighed heavily on her heart.
Despite the excitement and opportunities in the city, Kezia realized that what she really missed was the simple joy of being surrounded by loved ones in the place she called home.
So, with determination, she packed up her belongings and returned to her hometown, where she rediscovered the warmth of belonging and the beauty of life's simple pleasures.
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Jovi_iska
The happiness we feel is not complete until we feel the happiness that comes from experiencing the beauty of nature.
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
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Well said, Keep up the good work. https://vocal.media/fiction/the-writer-nobody-sees
Ah, so glad she found what was really important to her - but to know, she had to first leave. 👏👏