Her footsteps were quiet against the rough ground.
Twigs snapping at the pace of her walk.
Excited about her visit to her hidden pond.
Believed to be something special about it.
Possible to dance on the waters?
To place dew drops in her hair?
To find treasure?
She giggles at the touch of the water on her feet.
Then she begins to dance.
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