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The wind lifts her long blonde hair, blowing it back and forth like a banner in the wind. She's standing on the edge of the stream under the bridge, her feet bare and the water swirling around them. In her hands she holds the dress of her ancestors, a flowing white garment that seems to shimmer and glow in the sunlight. Her hips sway gently as she dances, her eyes closed in rapture as she feels the power of the earth beneath her feet.
The stream rushes by, its gentle voice singing a soothing melody that seems to match the rhythm of her footsteps. The sound of cars driving by on the motorway above is distant and muffled, lost in the peace and tranquility of this magical place. She's lost herself in the moment, letting go of all her worries and troubles as she dances.
The dress billows behind her like a bridal veil, catching the wind and flowing outwards as she twirls and spins across the pebble. Her laughter echoes through the air, joyful and carefree, as she feels the world spinning around her with every step. She's one with nature, her spirit soaring free as she dances beneath the bridge on this enchanted day.
