

Under the weeping willowUnder the weeping willowUnder the weeping willow
Beneath her feet the leaves rustled and crunched with each step. Both little feet were housed in florescent yellow wellies. The plastic was muddied from the long trek through the autumn woods. The rain from the night before had left great swimming pools of puddles where leaves floated like moored boats on the surface. The droplets of dirty liquid hid the rich golden hues under a layer of thin grime. The water was dull and murky, thick with grime that had been washed down from the valley steppes in the storm.
The girls shining blond hair whipped about her face as she splashed through yet
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