(An Anne with an E fanfiction for word-lovers)

Prissy's diary entry on her almost-wedding day:

. . . As I darted throught the boundless ocean of pristine snow, the only sound I could hear was my soles crunching the white powder. With blood rushing in my ears, I imagined the church buzzing in the harsh air with the rumour already formulating. But I was in a safe distance. The first lines of my favourite poem popped into my head:

"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune*"

Obviously there was no road before me, only the pure white field; my footsteps left a trail behind me. Soon my friends caught up and we danced and frolicked blithely ruffling the immaculate snow. My mom would have joined us if she could. . .

*Walt Whitman: Song of the Open Road

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