Maria had a dream, and in this dream, she was sitting in what seemed to be a meadow. The meadow was a glorious expanse of grass and meadow flowers, grass rustling gently in the breeze. There was a narrow brook flowing through it choked with weeds. Tall water-mint with pale lilac flowers, like dozens of tiny bells, were growing at the edge of the brook.
In the near distance stood a little girl, she was dressed in a white piece princess dress, the little girl was dancing. Her hair flowed down her back like the black ink of a tilted piece of parchment.
The little girl was like a snapshot out of time. Maria could see her black hair blowing in the spring breeze; her youthful face turned toward the sun. The girl danced, danced as if the joy of life within her could not be tamed.
