Petals drifting gently in the wind. Dancing as the drift.
The branches wave as they pass her by.
The breeze whispers her name, as sweet as the pink petals that are carried about her.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
Haute couture and snooty writing abounds in this quaint and creepy blog of announcements, town gossip, horrorscopes and other works regarding fictional people, beings and places.
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