how much I dislike my username? I don't know why, but it is so bland.

Well, tell the truth, I'm here because I can't sleep. I want to sleep, but I can't. SO - you are going to have to put up with 1 whole, entire, complete, entry of drivel. Ha! I shall write to my little hearts content.

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A long time ago....

In a land far away

There lived an poor couple.

In a shack of rotted wood and ancient bricks they lived, and not a thing they owned but what they made.

But the couple made light of their adversity, and were happy in almost every way - every way that is, but this. You see, the couple longed for a little boy or girl for their own, to care and love, to teach and learn. But alas, many years passed and a child never graced their home. Until....

One day Jack said to his wife, "Dear wife, you see the state that we are in. True, we have a roof over us, and clothes on our backs, but what of our nourishment? Can we eat clothes? Will the roof over our heads bestow upon us our daily vittles? Nay, my wife, they can not. Neither can I take care of you and the little land we have for much longer, for my body can no longer take the strain of work that is needed to make a living. Tomorrow, I shall go into town and see if I may hire us a trustworthy lad to help me with my work."

And Ruby agreed with him.

The next day, Jack set out as planned, walking stick in hand and his satchel in the other. The walk to town was rough and tiresome, but Jack's restless mind was filled with thoughts more important than that of comfort of his body.

"20 years..." he thought. It seemed like such a terribly short time. To think that, but 20 years ago he had claimed as his own, Ruby's hand in marriage. Emotions flooded through him as he remembered back the many years.

20 years ago he had been younger, able-bodied, and healthy.  Now, he was old, and frail. 20 years ago he was a blacksmith with just enough money to live comfortably. Now, he was a farmer, and suffered to make ends meet.  20 years ago he had fallen in love, 20 years ago, his choice had been set in stone. Now, he was still in love, and his choice was still carved in stone. But....20 years?! He loathed to admit it...but had he made the wrong choice? 20 years, yes 20 years ago he had been strong enough to make his choice....but now...20 years ago it never would have occurred to him that he might grow old. Now....he was old.

As he neared the town, all thoughts vanished from his mind. Now was not the time to be preoccupied.

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Now that I've started something I might as well continue it. Hence, more to come later.

*edit* Ehhh, sorry for any typos or bad grammer, blame it on the lack of sleep.

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J.M.J.

Moira.

P.S. please pray that I get over being sick really quick. I need to be well for my studies, for my family, and for my music.

"God's will be done...perfectly."