Hushed Willows [m] Every song that I've ever loved

A plant. An herb, Marina thought for a moment on how to describe it, and went on to detail the size of it, the shape and color of the leaves. It was no easy task she'd set before him. Even here, closer to the sea, it was so cold. How could anything grow here? Some stretches under the willows were less frosted than the rest, but still grey while the land awaited spring.

Unlikely in this weather, I know, She added. But I have to look. If not here, closer to the sea, maybe. Suddenly she found that she would rather speak of anything else. Have you ever seen it? The ocean.