The trees
Crouched bent over
As if to welcome her
It was a dark place but sun played
On the
Rickety
Path that led her to her new land
A door was opening
In the gloom light
Held her
The trees
Crouched bent over
As if to welcome her
It was a dark place but sun played
On the
Rickety
Path that led her to her new land
A door was opening
In the gloom light
Held her
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I love this! xoxo
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Very nice.
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Thank you so much Linda
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Thanks Carol Anne xoxo
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