Weaving words

Be honest when you venture into the Lost Forest!!

Why not put down your pen at your comfortable desk and take a break?

Outside the window, sounds, colors, and scents are flying around. Why not take a walk in the sun, looking at the city and the trees?

The town is bustling , and the words of the people passing by flow like a melody.

When I am writing ,when I am looking when I am reading ,when I am knitting ,The words come, I can's wait any longer knock on my lips . No words come from tightly closed lips .

All you need to do is move your lips 1cm. Smile a little and look! Say "Good morning" to the window. Beautiful words are born and play around. They will scatter 360 degrees and reach the ears of a kind person.

Words carried by the wind,

Good morning . My love. Let's take a detour an go on an adventure to find something. Miracles come only to those who believe.

"Weaving words"

I have a gold crochet hook. I inherited it from my mother.

I knit scarves. We weave words to make wishes come true . I quietly murmur , weaving the words together. Murmur, Murmur. The words I speak out loud are my own .Words knock ligthtly on my lips.

Tonight's full moon is playing hide and seek .

I gazed silently into the eyes of the full moon . I gazed silently into the eyes of the full moon .

Let's go on a journy ! You will be hooked and keep knitting forever . My love, let's go together. I stay considerrate of your feelings.

I quietly murmur weaving the words together . Mutter! Knitting while talking to oneself . The words I speak out loud are my own.Words knock lightly on my lips .

The gold hook is alive .

Every time you tweet it gets shorter . It gets even shorter . The gold crochet will weave your words.

The scarf magically syretches . The scarf magically stretches .

Somewhere in the northern woods there is a golden tree. Let's make a new crochet hook from that wood.

Let the owl guide you along the star path . The northern forest is a purple forest . A thick fog gets in the way .

I quietly murmur weaving the words together . Mutter ! The words I speak out loud are my own . The words knock lightly on my lips . The crochet hooks became even shorter .

The owl checks the star pasu . Someone is crying in the distance . The wind rustles the trees . Drip, Drip , It rain ! The black clouds glowed dully .

Mysterious purple lake . I saw a figure . Splash ! Splash ! The shadow moved . It moved violently.

The owl says the dark shadow is a human .

A person drowning in memories. A person who is drowning in momentary temptation. A person who is drowning in momentary failure. A person who is drowning in momentary resignation .

They take pride in taking on a challenge . As long as there is hope ,it will not sink .

Throw away everything you're wearing right now .

The owl dropped it's scarf ! The pscarf swam like a snake . If you want to go on with life, don't let go of your scarf .

Drowning isn't such a big deal. Don't take it too seriously . Just relax !!

May you becom want you truly desire from the of your heart.

I quietly mutter weaving the words together . The golden hook became even shorter .

Mutter !!

The words I speak out loud are my own The words knock gently on my lips.

There is an old castle in this forest. A silent forest with neither sound nor smell . I felt a tightness in my shest .

I got lost , There is no road in any direction . Silent Forest. I quietly mutter weaving the words together .

Believe Hope .Courage. Continuation. Wish .Future . Love. Creation . The words I speak out loud are my own Words knock on my lips .

The golden hook became even shorter .

I have a dream. I'm looking for true love . I love the journey to success . It's a waste of time to feel down . I don't lie . I believe there is a golden tree .

Appeared !

It's a golden tree!! I saw a glimmer of hope .

A faintly audible lie . At that moment, the castle shookviolently . The castle of light is a false castle of sand . My hopes also crumbled into lies . My body was suspended in the air .

I used the scarf as a swing and looked at my feet .

A 1cm distortion turuned everything into sand .

Within your truth , there a lie of 1cm lay hidden . Within your lies a of truth 1cm lay hidden.

I was on the about to reach the goal . In time, the rain will fall , and the verdant forest will revive .

Let's go home . I miss home. Make a new crochet hook .

Change your perspective by 1cm and explore a new world .

Don't be so serious . If your dream were just 1cm away from coming true, what would you do right now?

I just want to take a detour in a slightly more interesting direction, just be.

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