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|39: A Painting.

MIYAs POV...

I approach the Willow tree in the garden of wisdom feeling drawn to it with a new outlook on life. I can't help but feel like it is familiar to me, and the more I think about it...

I quickly recall my father owning a canvas that he used to hang up in our hut. 

It was painted by my mother when she awoke one morning with the desire to paint, and I recall the glittering leaves being my favourite aspect of her painting. I would sit on the cold, hard surface, imagining my mother creating the extraordinary piece.

It must have been a chosen memory my ancestor passed down.

A sense of needing to touch the tree consumes me and I reach out, placing my palm on the aged trunk. Gasping with surprise, I watch wide-eyed as I turn the leaves that resemble glowing butterflies into gold. Removing my hand, I take three steps back, glancing upwards to get a proper look at the tree in all her splendour.

"But how?..." I whisper to myself.

Jay Crawley

Happy Easter Guys!!! đź’–

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Zena Whichard
Finally? Maybe? They mate?
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More!!! I need more!!!
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