Olivia alone walked in the storm uncaring of the rain and harsh winds
Boldly she walked, her umbrella inside out. The pages of her book ripped away like her sins.
Lightly the pages were taken by the wind, her hair covered her beautiful features
Isolated in a micro climate, all of her own, she wandered on oblivious to the calls of her piers and her teachers.
Violently the wind took the umbrella from her hand and bore it away across the cliffs and out to sea.
In vain those who cared for Olivia shouted her name, they feared she would be lost in this rain
Over the cliffs edge she might venture. Washed away by the see never to be seen alive again.
Unaware of the present danger she wandered on singing sweetly in her head, loudly without a pause.
So imagine the joy of her friends when Olivia came into view oblivious of the angst she had caused .
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