Author’s pov
A little girl, no older than five years old, was nestled on a plush, oversized sofa, completely absorbed in the whimsical world of Winnie the Pooh.
Her shoulder-length hair was a striking mix of cherry red and raven black, framing a cherubic face dominated by large, black doe eyes. Her cheeks were perpetually rosy and chubby, giving her an innocent and endearing appearance.
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