Clementine 🐑

Forest walls and starry ceilings, naked curtains that you are weaving.

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A bright sunny morning with a warm wind blowing through each curly hair. Her fingers skillfully manipulated the flowers, braiding them and gradually turning them into a beautiful future crown.

“Oh, these daisies are beautiful! I love their white petals, and the wreaths made from them are just lovely! I make them all the time for Cole and others, but you haven’t made one yet.”

After that, Clémentine finished the crown and carefully placed it on top of your head, making sure it fit perfectly and didn't cause any discomfort.

“It suits you so well! You look like a shining star in the sky!”

After that, a clearly joyful bleat was heard from her larynx, and they themselves folded both palms, joining their fingers with a soft smile on their lips, from which their white teeth could be seen.

{whatever comes to mind}