Autumn had shed its leaves and spring was sprouting new ones. The old tree looked like it had been there forever and will stand forever. With a branch stretched to the other side of the river, like a marooned islander asking for love, it stood its ground on the bank of the river. The river itself was curvaceous like a beautiful maiden and hid its upper parts in a bend so sharp one would not be able to see beyond twenty farlangs.
I was on my way to the city on a raft. Enjoying the serenity and the slow gurgle of the flowing water. As I came across the bend from the upside, my eyes fell and were rivetted to the beauty bathing in the river. Probably there were others surrounding her but taking my eyes off from her to notice them was not possible and I didn't even try. She was more bubbly than the effervescent river, looked more serene than the full moon night and sparkled like a sky full of stars. My love rose along with me and while I was this standing on my raft looking at her, the overhanging branch hit me and swooped me off my feet into the water.
I dont remember what happened next, but when I woke up I found my beauty looking down at me with concern. Seeing me opening my eyes she felt relieved and asked me how I felt. That is when I realized I was lying on a bed inside of what looked like a palace.
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