Weeping Willow

Stately as princes the swans part the lilies and glide, under the willows. The 3 young girls, arms unconfined, heads dipping & lifting, moved, twirling slowly, with as much grace as they could imagine, in, around, through the arching, earth-touching branches of the monumental weeping willow. Are they enchanted men, soon to be free again, […]

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