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___ "Marigold, come on!" Anne called after her sister as they ran through the fields.
"I'm running as fast as I can," The blonde shot back as she tried to catch up to the redhead, "I knew I shouldn't have eaten that third muffin."
The Cuthbert sisters ran across the plains of grass to head to one destination. There in the center of a million grassy wands stands a tree, her bark so patterned as if carved by her own rain-born flash rivers. She stretches up, as if so proud to stand there under the sun in any weather. It wasn't long after that the girls ended up high upon the tree. Anne pulled out a ribbon and wrapped it around the tree trunk.
"Thought you might like this," She said as she tied it into a bow.
"You mean to tell me you dragged me across the island and up a tree to give it a bow?"
"Precisely."
"Sounds about right. However I can't deny how magnificent the piece of nature is. How I wish she could see her own beauty, her green bounty and earthy browns, yet perhaps I should wish for her peace and the wisdom to simply be what I am."
Anne hummed in agreement as the two sat on the branches of the trees, staring on the out on the vast amount of land that surrounds them. In this light that paints their skin so warmly, the trees are dancing ladies, each in dresses more fabulous than any designer can craft. They move, choreographed by the wind, in perfect time with one another. They are the life and soul of this early summer morning, and I wonder how many hues of green their eyes are witnessing. As they stretch upwards and outwards toward the light, drinking in rays as pure as the rain, the girls stretch their arms up too, fingers spread toward the sun and slowly begin to dance.
The sister descended the almighty tree continued their quest through the woods. The girls were in awe as they gazed around the scencey. Pristine and pure, the stream fled through the untouched and rich soil that lead deeper into the tightly knit trees. The sound of trickling water sending soft chills down their spine as the walked, admiring the thin wispy clouds amid crisp leaves and twigs. Until Anne tripped over a branch and into the muddy ground.
"Anne! Are you okay?" Marigold asked frantically.
"Yeah, I'm fine," The redhead grumbled.
"Good so it's appropriate for me to laugh," Mary giggled as she reached out to help Anne up from the ground only to result in her being pulled into the mud as well.
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"Oh, Matthew, we've had just the best afternoon!" Anne told the man as she and her sister approached the house, "Can you imagine that of all the trees on Prince Edward Island, we managed to find the oldest and kindest one?"
