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At the glowing school gate in early morning sunlight, Sister Rita stands beside the wrought-iron arch, smiling as several delighted children rush past. The metal hinges gleam, frozen mid-creak, capturing the joyful welcome.
Each morning at the shining gate, Sister Rita smiles and waits. The creak sings a sweet hello, as children rush in, faces aglow.
In a polished hallway lit by golden noon beams, Sister Rita leans toward several delighted children, whispering 'Learn today.' Light ribbons trail along the floor, guiding their footsteps toward bright classroom doors.
The hallways gleam with prideful light, guiding footsteps, pure and bright. Sister Rita whispers, "Learn today," while magic quietly shows the way.
Inside the cozy library under warm afternoon light, Sister Rita opens a book that glows with soft gold on a wooden table. Several delighted children watch wide-eyed as tiny sparkling letters lift from the pages.
Books light up with a golden hue, when a child is ready for something new. "Open me," pages seem to say, "Let’s read and dream today!"
In a bright classroom bathed in morning sun, chalk hovers midair sketching rainbows and castles across the side wall. Sister Rita stands near the front row applauding while desks slide neatly into rows.
Chalk writes pictures on the walls, drawing rainbows, castles, and bouncing balls. Sister Rita claps in delight, as desks arrange themselves just right.
At the front classroom podium under crisp overhead light, a silver bell levitates, its rim shimmering as it rings. Sister Rita grins broadly, arm raised to begin the lesson while several delighted children sit ready.
A silver bell sings with cheerful chime, calling gently to learning time. "Hear the magic," Sister Rita grins, and with soft laughter, class begins.
On the sunny playground at midday, empty swings arc high as though pushed by invisible hands, casting sharp shadows on sand. From a nearby garden bench, Sister Rita waves and offers cookies to several delighted children laughing below.
Swings on the playground dance on air, moving to tunes only children hear. Sister Rita waves from the garden seat, sharing laughter, light, and treats.
Beside the outdoor flowerbeds in bright afternoon, blossoms shift colors to spell the names of several delighted children on the soil. Kneeling on the path, Sister Rita points excitedly at the living words amid twinkling petals.
Flowerbeds twinkle with every season, blooming patterns without reason. "Look!" Sister Rita points with glee, "Flowers write your names for me!"
In the open courtyard at breezy dusk, swirling leaves form faint story-shapes above a stone bench. Sister Rita stands singing softly, her notes mingling with the wind as several delighted children listen entranced nearby.
The wind shares stories soft and low, whispering secrets as children grow. Sister Rita’s voice joins in song, "In our school, you all belong."
Within the fluorescent-lit classroom after lunch, erasers hop across the chalkboard erasing lines while pencils sprint over papers completing sums. Sister Rita watches proudly from the teacher’s desk as several delighted children clap.
Erasers hop and pencils run, completing lessons, making work fun. Sister Rita says with caring pride, "Magic’s real with love inside."
At twilight in the school garden, luminous flowers shaped like stars bloom from freshly turned earth where several delighted children have planted wishes. Sister Rita stands prayerfully, hands together, beneath lantern light flickering warm gold.
In the garden, dreams take root; children’s wishes blossom and shoot. Sister Rita prays the gentle way, "May all your hopes find light today."
Outside the main doors at sunset, golden clouds reflect in the tall windows while several delighted children wave farewell. Bathed in amber glow, Sister Rita raises a hand in blessing beside the quiet building.
As the sun sets, the school sighs, golden clouds reflect the children’s goodbyes. Sister Rita stands in the glow, "Your dreams will always grow."
Inside the dark hallway at midnight, moonlight streams through arched windows highlighting dusty motes. A faint translucent image of Sister Rita hovers near the lockers, one hand over her heart as she keeps watch.
At night, magic whispers all around, Sister Rita’s kindness the softest sound. Her spirit safe within each wall, she guards and loves them all.