Every day I walk to the woods and wait for her. I saw her once, dashing through the stream, her skirt flowing behind her, her cheeks blushed pink with life. The memory haunts me and day after day I seek another glimpse of her. The light floods the valley floor as I walk along the path hopelessly searching for her. I round the bend, I blink in disbelief. There is no flowing skirt, no running feet, this time she is sitting, this time she is a water nymph.
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