_It was a snowstorm, sunlight had come; To give this atmosphere some warmth, animals emerge from their nests; To begin another day searching for her strength.
_The little girl came out of a small hut in the middle of the woods; To stretch her hands high and yawn, heralding the beginning of her day.
_She was red-haired, with white skin that shared the color that covered most of the place, her eyes were the color of the mesmerizing blue of the sky, and freckles spread across her cheeks in a gentle connection, With warm winter clothes.
_She stared at the sunlight with a smile that radiated more than she walked forward To fill the bucket, help her mother prepare breakfast.
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