White Lillies
Dressed in moonlight she walks alone atop the stones, towards the place in which she was born. Gentle steps above the creek, across the log where its two ends meet in its reflection on the waters that flow.
Looking below, does she see her own. But also that of a little girl in the distance, playing hide and seek in the long grasses of the meadow.
There was a woman who smiled as she watched that little girl grow. And as this series of rippling pictures continued to show, a silver eyed serpent bit the surface. It vexed the shimmering waters, and the apparition perished within the serene waves.
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