Valleys , Gowns & Lace Trim
The sun kissed the gently rolling uplands, casting long shadows from the blossoming flowers. A young woman stood atop the greatest point, her whimsical robe of cream a stark juxtaposition against the emerald meadows. She twirled slowly, her delicate lace catching the wind, creating a movement as graceful as the valleys themselves. Dusk Flutteri