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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl.  Her hair was red as the sunset, and her laugh was as light and sweet as an echo.  The girl lived in a bright and colorful garden with a boy, and the boy was tall and strong as mountains, and his voice was as smooth and bright and clear as running water.  The boy showed the girl the tree that grew in the center of his garden, and they laughed and played and made love in its shade, and he helped her pick fragrant blossoms to weave into her hair.  And when the night grew dark, the boy led her back into the garden, and drew his arm tight around her, and swore to keep her safe.  The girl fell asleep on a bed of flowers, and did not wake while the boy was away, and in the morning she followed him to the comfort of familiar things.  From time to time, she would think of that place in the center of the garden, where the tree’s branches grew broad and high, and remember.  But she contented herself, and never wondered, and never returned to climb those branches, and look out, over the garden’s walls.