*Star-crossed*

“You are good at fishing,” she said, startling me.

I didn't hear her approach the stream where I was fishing. She looked like the sun. Fair as a goddess with hair as soft and smooth as silk. She wore one of those clothes the missionaries brought. I heard this one was called a `gown'. The gown was just below her knees but the part of her leg I could see was magnificent. As I stood up, I was enthralled by her face. Oval, with dark brown orbs that seem to penetrate my soul; her nose was just perfect not to small not to big, as if she was measuring the amount of air that enters her nostrils.

“I didn't mean to startle you,” she apologized, “I just heard the noise of someone fishing and decided to see the person. You see, my father rarely allows us to leave the house. Now he went to the Big City. I wanted to steal some moments away from the house before he returns.”

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