There is a little sunflower in God's yard. It lowered its head and was scared. Afraid of the blazing sun that I might have to endure. God gave it two choices, one is to wither slowly, the other is to try to bloom. The little Aoi's timid head was gently raised by the wind. Nodding, maybe the sun is not as difficult to negotiate as imagined. God, smiled. Say, I marked you. You are always under my divine power. You will be strong. I was connected to your energy when you were born. Are you willing to believe me? Aoi, nodded. Unfolded golden.
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