She could find anything just as
long as it was lost and was not broken. “The Finder”, that was the name given
to her. Every now and then people would come to her asking for help to find
their lost possessions. But there were rules. The missing object must have some
strong feeling attached to it and she had to endure that feeling while looking
for the thing. Sometimes the feeling lasted only for a second but sometimes it
took hours.
I wish I had a key to let people through the door of my mind but it's not simple..right ! Why not I write it down and I will be delighted if I can make even a single person feel positive.
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
The Finder #2
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