They saw a bow and cello under a quaking aspen tree; curious, they followed barefoot imprints down a garden path filled with bees and butterflies amid pink, lavender, and vibrant yellow wildflowers, no petal or stem disturbed. They continued to pursue her through a winding forest track, a dense green thicket filled with fragrant violetsContinue reading “Shimmering: A Fairy Tale”
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