She stood at the edge of the lake, staring down at her reflection. She was beautiful. The lake’s ripples sparkled in the darkening dusk. The smell of pine filled the air. She felt serene and one with the trees. Her left foot continued to dangle over the edge of the lake. She stood tall and slender, her back leg extended as a ballerina does when preparing to leap. Her blue and white flowery dress flowed down around her ankles. Purple and pink painted the sky.
As she continued looking down at her reflection, she noticed the pine trees peaking up behind her head in the water, forming a crown. She thought that was funny, and let out a chuckle that echoed in the trees. Then slowly, she began falling forward, as if in a trance. Her body entered the water quietly, lean like a log. Within seconds, she was completely submerged. There, she stayed, never to return.
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