The Honey Willows

A mystic fantasy about the creatures who dwell in the world of the honey willows, a realm of ancient possibilities.

The Honey Willows

In the gloaming, in the soft, slow breaths of the last aging of the day, a path sometimes appears, a path so seldom taken that it has become almost all forgotten.   Half-hidden in the deepening shadows of the maple wood, veiled behind the meadow mist, the road to the valley of the honey willows beckons to the few dreamers who still dream of what was once meant to be.  I dreamt such a dream on one grey, grey day whilst a flock of azure butterflies passed my way.  And then and there, I ventured down the path, never did return.

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