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Businesswoman Chapter 317
Morning winds threatened to bite into Lisa’s jacket and joggers. She remembered to insulate her clothes for the cold weather. She sweated more but remembered the cold weather and her damp clothes would not make her sick. Yes, it made her somewhat susceptible but did not prove to be the root cause of pneumonia.
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The Candle That Burned With Memories
When the candle burned, images flickered in its flame—moments from the past, faces long lost, choices left unmade. Those who looked too long risked drowning in nostalgia or regret. A man grieving his wife lit the candle nightly, hoping to see her smile again. But the flame showed not only her smile—it showed the love he still carried and the life he still needed to live. One night, the candle burned out, its final spark showing his wife placing a hand on his shoulder. He understood then that memories are not meant to be lived inside—they are meant to guide us out.
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The Cloud That Refused to Rain
A single dark cloud hovered over a drought-stricken village, trembling but refusing to break. People cursed it until they learned the truth: if it rained then, the cracked earth would shatter. So they softened the soil, and only then did the cloud let go. Sometimes restraint is the purest form of care.
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The Fisherman Who Caught Lost Hours
He cast his net into the sea at twilight and pulled up shimmering globes—moments people had wasted. He returned them by placing them gently into strangers’ pockets. Some people felt suddenly inspired, others suddenly brave. No one knew the source except the sea.
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The Tree That Dreamed in Color
Every night, its leaves glowed with impossible shades—violet gold, emerald blue, rose silver. A botanist studied it, trying to find pigments. There were none. The colors came from the tree’s dreams. He realized then that dreams do not need to be real to be true.
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The Field Where Shadows Bloomed
When the sun set on that strange meadow, shadows sprouted petals. Black blossoms opened like soft mysteries. A traveling monk meditated among them, realizing that darkness, too, can bloom if you allow it to take root gently instead of tearing it out. He left one petal in his pocket—a reminder that not every shadow is a threat.
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The Painter of Invisible Light
She painted canvases that looked empty until darkness fell. Only in moonlight did her true colors appear—shades not found in any spectrum. People began visiting her gallery at night, standing quietly as the paintings glowed like soft auroras. She once said, “Light hides more than darkness ever will.” And those who watched her work learned that beauty often waits in silence rather than brilliance.
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