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The sound of falling water echoes through a pretty forest scene: soft, cushy grass; tall, gnarly trees; and a waterfall which turns into a smooth river and disappears into the distance. Birds chirp in the trees and butterflies float above the grass; the scene is peaceful and serene... until, suddenly, a face drops down into the sightline.

The face is actually a person, of course—me!—a girl with long orange hair, hanging upside down off a tree branch.

"Hi!" I smile, my green eyes crinkling at the corners.

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