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  • She dreams she is a princess and she lives in the most beautiful golden palace.
    She is herself preparing to go to the ball tonight, and she knows she will meet the prince of her dreams. The beautiful young man who made her heart beat fast and her eyelashes become fans when his eyes stared at hers.
    The ladies in waiting bring all the dresses to choose from. Brocade, silk, velvet with ornaments of gold and precious stones.
    She chose the blue brocade. Sapphires will be on her neck and ears tonight. She will be like a magnificent piece of sky with stars shining on her dress.
    It is the time to go and she looks at herself in the mirror. Happiness is painted on all her face as the wishes of her heart are about to become real. Her satin shoes are so delicate, perfectly crafted for a queen. She looked at them and smiles. The world belongs to her tonight. Slowly she walks to the Royal carriage, and like a magic Cinderella that goes in quest of her love, she floats in a cloud of eternal dreams.
    Suddenly her feet feel unstable and her body falls on the hard surface of a palace hall. She loses consciousness and for a moment the world becomes a black blanket covering her thoughts. She wakes up with other voices calling her. "It is time to feed the goats and cook the rice. Hurry, is not time to sleep anymore". The princess is gone and reality has come back. Tears fall down her cheeks. She wishes that the goats and the rice were the dream and her reality was just left behind for a moment in time.

    Photo By Cecilia
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