Anew

She moved with much grace, her white dress brushing against the dirt and grass below her, she was walking in a forest; her forest. Her hair fell in loose waves behind her back, she was the forest princess. Birds welcomed her with tunes and melodies, the deer looking at her with black gazing eyes. The wind whispered in her ear, to he trees. The sun beamed, bringing her celestial rays down amongst the land.
It was peaceful.
It was new, a new world.
A better world.

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