Gratitude and wealth
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Gratitude and wealth In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young boy named Ramir. His family was humble, their means limited, but their hearts were rich with kindness and generosity. Ramir, though young, harbored a talent that set him apart: a remarkable skill in crafting intricate mosaics. One serene morning, as Ramir wandered through the dense forest, he heard a faint, distressed chirping. Guided by the sound, he discovered a small, injured bird trapped beneath a fallen branch. Without hesitation, Ramir freed the delicate creature and nursed it back to health, feeding it and caring for it as if it were his own kin. The bird, grateful for Ramir’s kindness, never left his side. As time passed, the bird, whom Ramir named Sora, became his constant companion. Sora had a beautiful plumage of soft blues, greens, and whites, a sight that inspired Ramir's art. Ramir would often sit beneath the shade of an old oak tree, Sora perched on his should