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"Heather the flower that weaves through her hair
Flower upon flower that grows beneath her step"
"Nymph Poem" by Michelle R. Morrison
Just as a flower which seems beautiful and has color but no perfume, so are the fruitless words of the man who speaks them but does them not.
There was no sunlight in this cave. No cracks or crannies. Not a single little shimmer of light… at least not at first. Without the sun as a guide, Maggie had no idea how long she’d been in the in cave. A week? A month? It was still spring, that’s all she could tell for sure. But they never let…Continue
Spring was in full swing at Nymph Park. Flowers were in bloom, trees were pollinating, bees were buzzing, birds chirping, buds budding, critters frolicking and most of all; the Nymphs were celebrating to the fullest in honor of their favorite time of year. There was singing around the ponds,…Continue
Atop the storytelling log sat a very bothered Maggie. She kept her arms firmly folded in front of her as several Nymphs worked at slathering an olive green mud mixture throughout her singed locks of usually sunny blonde hair. The attendants had already caked on a deep brown composition all over her slightly…Continue