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Her breath like the puffs of a winter dragon.

The vibrant red billowed out.

She tried to follow the path but it was taken from her.
Now she moves forward, trying to calm her dislocated thoughts.
Maybe her godmother can help her and the little one that cries with her.

A retelling of the classic Red Riding Hood

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