Wind To The Willow...
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Rebecca Navarre
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Amongst the distant dying of willow
trees. A seed had been blowing in the
breeze, sprouted out her leaves, and
reached... A willow, who's roots and
vines, never spread and bloomed, quite
right with time.Hail...And icy fingers
of snow. Battered. Wilted. Withered.
Died. Long ago... Now, has a chance to
be born again, and grow...
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