The cranes follow her when she goes out exploring. It was a cold windy night and very clear. The glisten and glow of the snow mesmerized her and took her hand in its icy delicate grasp. Gently dragging her to the ice by the long forgotten castle. The castle her great auntie owns. The wind moans around the towers on usual nights but not tonight. The haunting whispers and soothing music quietly, gently drift along the halls and doorways.
Usually when she is out on the ice pond the birds circle and sing….. but tonight as the snow falls the cranes decided not to come. Instead the Canadian geese followed her beauty and grace flapping their wings at the sparkling icy snow she kicks up from her skates. The magick in the air appreciates a beautiful woman in red.
1000 Red Red Cranes …..
N’oubliez pas que vous êtes belle!
❤ Tu es Magnifique™ ❤
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Paris Metro Couture: 100 Red Red Cranes
If you are not a prince in this castle, then you are not her prince.