On a rainy night, she was watching the rain fall, she loved watching the rain, feeling that cold wind and smelling the wet earth. I was listening to music and I was reading the little prince. She imagined how it would be to have a prince who protects you from evil, as the little prince does with his rose, that would be amazing.
She smiled at the thought of it. Thought about that dark prince, who was bad and good at the same time, God did not want a prince, he wanted a King. Able to rule a kingdom and finish things for it. Each thought continues that night, for every drop that falls, every thought of a high, strong and able King to protect it appears in his mind.
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