...and so it was, the dream she had been dreaming of was coming true. Not just any dream but the dream that would take her from the storm where the land was barren, into a strong and safe shelter. No longer would the sun refuse to shine. No more days of being anxious and oppressed. No longer being captive, she would not have to think on what in life she had missed, but allow her mind to be filled with thoughts of what will be. Days and memories of old, washed away by the tides as they rise to the beach. They cleanse and refresh as small collections of seeds to be sown for a bountiful harvest. That is what was near. Yes, the princess, in her grace and charm, would finally wear her crown as she takes the arm of her beloved, her rescuer.
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