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// The Spot  
// Story: Ink Meets Words 
// by arcanelexicon 
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The cool wind gently caressed her, whispering promises of serenity,
Grass so fresh and green dancing with the breeze,
Blue skies that stretched for eternity,
Here, she was at ease.

No burden of the crown,
No need to put on a mask,
No trace of a frown,
No pressures of a task.

Peace she has found,
If only for an hour,
Nothing but peace all around,
In this world so dour.