“The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.” — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“It was late afternoon, and classes were over for the day. Apple and Briar Beauty had walked to the Village of Book End to treat themselves to something yummy. They sat on a bench beneath a weeping willow. The songbirds… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
