Love's Dance (draft)
by timiee
Listening to the low moan of the breeze she continued down the dirt trail, trying to avoid tripping over the overgrowth. Brushing the multi colored,fallen leaves from the path with her foot she tilted her head up,her soft brown eyes taking in the white sky and the scenery surrounding her. The hills on both sides of the trail were covered with trees, their branches
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