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In meadows of wildflowers, she would run. Chasing butterflies beneath the sun. Her laughter echoed through the vibrant air, a melody that danced without a care. She’d climb the mountains, fearless and bold, Scaling heights, where few dared to behold.

With nimble feet, she’d tread the narrow trail. IIn pursuit of secrets, she’d always prevail. The rivers became her trusted guide. She’d swim with fish, her playful stride. Cascading waters, an invitation to dive, She reveled in the freedom to thrive.

there lived a girl, untamed, free to roam. Her spirit danced with the whispering trees, embracing the wind’s wild symphonies. Her hair, a cascade of golden fire. 

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