She sat by the pond, resting her head on a stone. Her sweet, innocent face was wet with tears, and her golden hair fell around her shoulders. She did not dare return home, but remain in the forest as an outcast. Her sky blue eyes began pouring out fresh tears, and the sound of her weeping carried across the water. Her cloak of red velvet was the only thing she had to keep her warm as darkness fell.
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