There is a woman in a white dress walking down a dirt road

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As I read my novel against the shortened log of wood
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a young girl - seeming to be just fourteen in age
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a year younger than I - had rambled forward from the pine trees along the warm leafy path
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Her footsteps had echoed with the crunch of yellow grass and spiritual decay as her doe eyes pondered in despair
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Her pale blue Victorian dress flowed delicately in the wind
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not daring to reveal any skin on her figure but a slight glimpse of the ankle in fault of the chilled wind
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her sleeves puffed up at the shoulders before extending down like slithering tights along her arms
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they halted right above where her hands began and her hands were encased in soft
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silk white gloves with stains of fruit from picking
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Her work boots were a pale brown
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her lacey socks peaked over like fearful rabbits in a burrow
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She held a small basket full of juicy reddened berries and a few books
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one of which was a Latin text book which I assume was assigned to her
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and another was a small
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withered and stained journal
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Her hair was dark and thick
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extending down to her chest like it was aching to be held
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a dreadful warmth emitted from her moist
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pale
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freckled face
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I watched her as her expression lightened upon seeing me in her vision
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she smiled greatly with her eyes scrunching like sweet summer oranges and her cheeks reddening the color of juicy Royal Ann cherries
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but I could tell the fruits of her body were withering away as her bagged eyes sunk again in sorrow
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She panted and stepped forward towards me
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happy
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yet looking as if she was about to faint from dreadful exhaustion
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