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Here's a project I did for my photo class: a series of photos illustrating the story "The Rose" from the Brothers Grimm:
Once upon a time, a woman and her daughter lived alone in a small cottage in the woods.
Because there was no one there to help them, the daughter fetched wood daily from the forest. The work was hard, and the wood was heavy.
She was never able to carry enough to warm the house for the whole day. Though neither mother nor daughter complained, they shivered through the night in the bitter cold.
One day, in the heart of winter, the daughter left to gather the day’s wood. Unable to find any close to the cottage, she ventured into the heart of the forest. Soon, she found herself hopelessly lost among the twisting and turning paths.
A small child, quite young, appeared in front of her.
The child offered to show her home then helped her carry the wood back to the little house. The daughter was startled at the child’s strength and generosity. With the child’s help, the mother and her daughter had enough wood to keep them warm throughout the night.
For nine days, the child helped the daughter bring wood home. On the tenth day, the woman finally asked, “How is it that we do not shiver in the night as before?” The daughter told her of the helpful child, but her mother dismissed it as a foolish fantasy.
Determined to prove her mother wrong, the daughter told the child of the incident the next day. The mysterious child said, “Now that another knows of me, I can no longer help you carry wood.” The daughter begged her companion to stay, not wanting to return to the long, cold nights of the past.
The child offered the daughter a rosebud and told her that, when the rose bloomed, she would return once more.
The daughter brought the rosebud home and placed it in water, but even with such proof, her mother was still skeptical.
Weeks later, the bud was still as red and fresh as the day it was picked.
Then, one morning, when her mother went to wake her for her chores, the daughter would not rise. She had died in her bed.
That same morning, the rose came into full bloom.