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Not Always What It Seems

She stood at the peak of the mountain,
snow gently falling in the dim light
of dawn.
She waited,
not for a hero,
not for a savior,
but for her villain
to come and swoop her away
so they could terrorize
the neighboring villages
in peace.
He had promised to return at the first
light of the new day,
but he was nowhere to be seen.
She waited so patiently,
until the snow piled up around her,
and she froze checking
her watch.

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