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... The field of dandelions, preparing for winter, had turned a golden yellow, as if they were falling asleep. Smoke rose from the chimney in the distance, and Christine gazed at the familiar scene with a nostalgic expression. A gentle breeze played with her golden hair, making it flutter lightly.
“In winter, sitting by the fireplace and listening to the stories the headmistress read to us was the best,” Christine said with a soft smile.
“We’d all wrap ourselves in old blankets and ...
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