“Spring buds burst to bloom, and the river carries their song of life.” ― Jayita Bhattacharjee

 

Ye Wise Olde Witch

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There was a giant Willow I climbed as a child in the long ago youth of the world. I sat upon the U of a topmost branch, that made a seat for me before bending and weeping downward. Breezes sang through the leaves as I sat above the world. Still the West Wind whispers in my ear!