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Pink leaves flutter and dance, embracing the figure of a beautiful young lady as she prances and flows down the picturesque street of her home village, she has been here since the day she was born and she knew everyone here like family
>"Oh there is Baker Thomas"
She waves and recieves in kind, the soft aroma of fresh bakes emanating from the Patisserie and tickling her delicate nose
>"Oh there is Mother Margaret, she works so hard to care for the orphans here"
The Mother and the children greet her from the steps of the local church, she wasn't a religious girl but her demeanor was certainly holy
>"Oh, there's a good boy and a good girl"
Bickering cats and dogs on the streets all stop to give love to the girl and recieve their affection, birds come to a perch and sing the morning joys, truly this girl is the strong life of the village encapsulated
>"Oh my..."
She turns the corner and comes to a stop, the sight of a woman, gaunt and tired in front of her, this girl, this wonderful girl, has never turned a stranger in need down!
>"Hello? Are you okay? Those bandages, are you hurt or hungry? Can I help you in anyway"
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