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Shadow Girl

April 3, 2017

Shadow Girl went out for a walk one day.  The sun was shining, and everywhere she went, her shadow went too.  She walked along in her red high-healed sneakers, humming a little tune.

She and her shadow walked through a landscape that started out with more shades of green than she could count.  It was a painted landscape with breathable air, fields with trees of scented blossoms, and mountains in the distance. The road through the countryside meandered and rolled over gentle hills, with here and there a little stone bridge crossing a stream. 

As they walked, Shadow Girl noticed that her shadow had gone away.  It did that sometimes. She sat down on the rock where everybody sits, beside the little lake that quietly reflects the little mountain.  She ate blackberries she had picked from the patch nearby, and a juicy yellow apple from the orchard.

Shadow Girl started singing, and as she sang, her song echoed back to her from the little mountain and the air was filled with the sound of her voice.  It was an ancient song, made of winds and placid waters, accompanied with the sounds of birds and laughter rising from the memories of the little lake and the little mountain.

The great old pine tree still stands where it has stood for centuries, the sentinel at the gate of the woodland path that Shadow Girl took, to get to the rock where she now sat and sang. 

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