(alternative start to a famous classic story)
And she heard that voice again; it was right after midday. She didn’t need to look at the sun -- that strong yet gentle voice was never late. It was her only connection to beyond these four walls. She knew what to do. No sooner did she gather her hair and approach the window than the beckoning voice came again, a little more impatient this time --
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair
For I may climb up the golden stair.'
And she heard that voice again; it was right after midday. She didn’t need to look at the sun -- that strong yet gentle voice was never late. It was her only connection to beyond these four walls. She knew what to do. No sooner did she gather her hair and approach the window than the beckoning voice came again, a little more impatient this time --
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair
For I may climb up the golden stair.'
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