There once was a woman and she was sad. She was the guardian of wisdom but the gates to the vaults of wise had been abruptly closed.She sat, in turmoil, because only she had the power to regain her treasure. For 1 week, she imagined herself in a world of imaginary flowers, purples and reds, orange and yellow, a bouquet a day. On the 7th day, the gates reopened, with fireworks and music heralding a great event. What once was and always will be,propelled itself , with clarity.
WOMEN ARE THE GUARDIANS OF WISDOM..
"MAMORI"
