The Observer
I set out on a wonderful journey to a location that was defined by only one landmark—a situation all too typical in my country, where many towns have the same landmarks or even neighborhood names. This issue weighed heavily on my mind, but I placed my blind faith in Divine Providence. With high expectations of reaching my destination, I thought that my faith would ultimately be justified.
Having traveled in the car for quite some time, I was parched and did not know what to do about my state. With each time the car came to a halt, I glanced around, hoping to find water bottled or even in sachets to quench my thirst, but none was discovered. I could not help but ponder the unusual situation that was occurring around me.
It was the very time when my hunger began to mount, I saw a person walking with something that made my heart race. Wonder what it was? It was a product entirely from Saltpond, Afrangua Junction, in the lovely Franciscan Valley of Prayer and Silence. You would be wondering what this lovely water is named after, since it’s heavenly to the tongue.
As I gestured to the salesman for a pack, one of the travelers made a poignant observation: this water had given his family and him memories they would never forget, and every time they spotted it, they could not help but purchase it in bulk. He continued to embellish that his family consumes nothing other than the Valley Water.
You may wonder how to obtain some for yourself. Just glance at the display picture, and you will be sanctified throughout your life by the water flowing out of the Valley of Prayer and Silence. Don’t miss this one-of-a-kind experience!
The taste is heavenly