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Β Β Β A melodious symphony of dew drops and cicadas pass through the teeny garden as fallen blossom petals dance around each other in a waltz under the sunβs warm rays. Wandering around, a lone maiden finds her way through the twists and turns of hedge mazes and flower beds.Β
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Β Β Β She twirls and prances across the garden floor, lost in her imagination. The small nook she created as her tiny haven she once made for herself is full of life, itβs lush greenery like no other garden she passed.
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Β Β Β The scene looked like something from an old Disney princess movie, flowers were in bloom and the birds were singing as she walked around in wonder, the flowers dancing around with her twirl after twirl.
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