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[To be translated in Romanian... maybe]
The wind was sailing peacefully across the sea that morning. White clouds were smiling at the land of the island, and the fresh scent of the blooming trees flooded the air. Nothing could have foreseen the events later that day...
Ridya came to the sea shack to gather her paintings, and went to her usual spot and started painting the clouds. She always loved to paint clouds. She didn't knew why, but the clouds had always gave her the feeling of her lost home. She was found lying on the beach one day by Jerry, a fisherman on the island. 'I wish i can remember', she said to Jerry one day, 'but whenever I try all I see is shadows and a dark castle'. Jerry didn't knew of any nearby castle in all the lands across the seas he sailed. 'Maybe she's from very far away', he thought;'I hope she finds her home someday'. |
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