Power of Believing
Jilly took a tiny sip of the cool cavern waters
Rumored to be healing.
This tiny taste felt magical.
A voice in her heart said,” If you believe, you will be cured.”
She gave herself to the will of the brook.
Expecting her affliction to leave her body forever.
And so it did.
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