The wind breezed softly against the treetops, making them swing in harmonious dance. Summer-blue skies shone through the leafage, upon the eyes of a child, whom was standing on that meadow, her wings clipping once and again after every short moment.
"I wish, I wish..."
A faint murmur of the voice, barely reaching to the mouth of the wishing well. Rusty red bricks lined up in perfect line, circle after a circle. A step. Closer. Closer. Fresh grass tainted her bare feet, asking questions, for what she had no answers to.
Blonde hair, that became icy blue-white, when the shadows crossed her fragile figure, brushed against her bare back. She was wearing a white summer dress, which left her shoulders, half of the chest, slim legs and back to be seen by any kind of eye out there.
"I wish, I wish..."
Still, the same voice, struggling to speak louder. Her parents had always said not to pressure it, her uncle tried to make her sing, but she remained silent around people, like there was an illness in her. Like she was with no voice at all.
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