The Seed Doesn t Fall Far
THE SEED DOESN'T FALL FAR... By Bea After Mom died I got out of the village as quickly as I could. Various interests had to be taken care of and practicality demanded that I had to attend various business activities on short notice, but I just felt that I had to get away. Couldn't move as far away as I wanted, but forty miles wasn't too bad. It was wonderful! It was if I'd broken all ties to my previous life and started coming out of my shell. Gained confidence hand over fist....