The languid clear water formed a holy cross shape in an opening reflection of clouds. To Sadie, it was almost magic, as she came down to the stream to think about decisions she had to make. Would she be accepted into his church, even to be his wife? Would they have to succumb to the odd ceremonies of the congregation? The more she thought, hoped for a spark among the shadows, was when the cross reflection appeared, seeming to answer her plea. It was an answer from a magical source. Suddenly birds started to sing, another positive sign, but Sadie still didn’t know if everything would turn out the way they hoped, but did think there was a chance they really could be together.
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Wordle 659
The Bag Lady 
Nicely done, Cheryl!
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