Hills , Gowns & Delicate Lace

The sun kissed the gently rolling hills, casting long shadows from the blossoming shrubs. A young woman stood atop the highest point, her flowing robe of ivory a stark juxtaposition against the emerald grass. She twirled slowly, her lace trim catching the gentle breeze, creating a movement as elegant as the hills themselves. Dusk Fluttering Be

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