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She was beautiful. Her hair soft as snow waving in the wind. She had pale eyes that showed a sad expression, Her dress was white glowing just as her wings were, feather like and beautiful. She was not moving but gliding over the water. Her skin pale as the moon. She spoke to me in the most perfect voice that was light as the wind and said, "My name is Miya." (Japanese name mi- beautiful ya- night)