How Sugar lost her Sugar

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How Sugar lost her Sugar

Along the rivers of Nile, Sugar Bok fell in love with the darling of fresh breeze and sweet aroma of the vibrant foliages.

Sugar was searching for  marriage with a gentleman: a human interaction that lacks the breath of humanity. She was ready, the waters whispered calm hymns of seduction inviting her to dine with them.
Her courage smiled, massarged her veins and winged her to dive in. The trees appluaded her effort but they didn't make visible the awards or sorrows that hid beneath the river.

She swum against the current, the marriage was sweet and she could hear her foes gnashing their teeth against her. As her name, all she could feel was sugar sweetening her path to the unknown: a mirage of fulfillment.

She had never felt so radiant, the embrace of sparkling waters, soothing her nightmares away and giving rise to a new identity: an image of solidarity.

Somehow, the waters turned sour and the smiling trees vanished, leaving sugar dancing on the stage of salt. An iceberg of divorce had struck, crippled her wings to swim and brain damaged her courage to taste her destiny.

She didn't see this coming but the fate had landed and crucified her marriage in the saltened river. The gentleman had parted ways with Sugar- his darling and not even her winged courage could save her.

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