Surrounding us are dense woodlands. All around are ancient trees. Mist enshrouds the treetops and hovers above a nearby pond which is encircled by bullrushes. Birds call in the distance. Branches hang low and all is still. Spanish moss hanging from branches and the grasses underfoot are all damp with dew.
FICTION: THE HOUSE OF DREAMS
FICTION: THE HOUSE OF DREAMS
FICTION: THE HOUSE OF DREAMS
Surrounding us are dense woodlands. All around are ancient trees. Mist enshrouds the treetops and hovers above a nearby pond which is encircled by bullrushes. Birds call in the distance. Branches hang low and all is still. Spanish moss hanging from branches and the grasses underfoot are all damp with dew.