Quote from : Willows of Fate Book

In front of me stands a willow tree by a river, its long green tendrils trailing into the chuckling water. A man sits beneath the tree, back propped against the trunk, gently strumming a lute as he looks out over the water. He feels familiar to me, as if I must know him. As if it would be impossible not to know him. I do not approach. I simply listen to the water and the lute, the sound settling deeply into my bones and heart.


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