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The Golden Soul

Rainy nights of walking the soaked highways on a gloomy Friday, an older man spotted a small bright figure behind him, it's as if it was bright as day with a distinct aura and golden lining, he ran to it as the inches of waters splashed, and as the object screamed....he stopped and two cars in front of him crashed, flames outburst as the rain made it even worst, as his life just flashed before him and he realized his life actual worth, he would break down on his knees and began to cry then lift his arms and look to the sky, a spirit tapped him on the shoulder....he turned around and saw it was his grandchild and all he could do was smile, she said do you realize your lost yet, I called you to come the opposite way....the one near that car wreck, because in order to get to the where you need to go, you have to pass the most difficult roads, before she disappeared she gave him a golden rose and whispered now this is how your miracle grows!

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