
Every day he passed by this gate. It was always deserted. A little bit ajar, but not a soul in sight. He always wanted to push at the gate to see if it would open. He had an urge to look inside to see what and who was in there. In his mind he would weave stories about what he would find in there if he open that gate and ventured in. And one day he got a surprise. The gate was open, all the way. As if inviting him in.
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Thanks for the reblog.
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