Hushed Willows There's a warning written in the corners of your face

John had found a quiet spot under a grand willow tree to rest and clear his mind, pray, or maybe even both. This new territory was beautiful, as was all the land, being that it was God’s creation. The other great part of this journey was the hospitality that the blonde woman, Reverie, gave openly to them. A time passed, and just as he had finished his quiet session, the very woman he thought about showed up: He stood, greeting her, “Good day, Reverie.” A question followed: “How May I help you?” Asks a man who wants nothing more than to help others. But, if she wanted to simply talk, that was fine too.