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In this episode, I'll be reading part two how it was found from a modern Cinderella by Louisa May Alcott.

So let your eyes fall heavy and your breath soften.

As we settle in, for a peaceful night's sleep.

Summer ripened into autumn, and something fairer than her nature was the counterpart of the hillside grove.

Whereas a child, she had read her fairy tales, and now as a woman, turned the first pages of a more wondrous legend still.

Lifted above the many gable-droof, yet not cut off from the echo of human speech.

The little grove seemed a green sanctuary, fringed about with violets, and full of summer melody and bloom.

Gentle creatures haunted it, and there was none to make afraid.

Wood pigeons cood, and crickets churped their shrill round-lays.

Anemones and lady-fans looked up from the moss that kissed the wondrous feet.

Warm airs were all afloat, full of vernal odours for the grateful sense.

Silvery birches shimmered like spirits of the wood.

Larges gave their green tassels to the wind, and pines made airy music sweet and solemn.

As they stood looking heavenward through the veils of summer sunshine, or shrills of wintery snow.

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