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The firm earth supported her sturdy leather boots as she leisurely strolled along the countryside road. Braids pouring over her shoulders, the alabaster skin left victim to the beating sun's rays was tainted a light pink. A catchy tune caught in her throat, she hummed to herself as every step brought a new note. The sky in severe clear, no cloud marred the perfect cerulean. Occasionally, a horse and buggy would pass her by, the driver tipping his hat in greeting; she offered a polite smile in return. Her house loomed in the distance – vast in its grandeur. Remembering her parents took to town today, she smiled lightly and picked up her pac