| Gusting, I find you waiting alone in your glade, branches drooping sadly in the stillness of your solitude. You have stable earth to embrace you, and gentle sun to nourish you, but I hear your voice within crying out to be moved, to be led to sway and allowed to reach for what you know not, but are without. Bend to Me, willow, feel My winds rise, rushing over your supple limbs, teasing your green innocence as I test your natural submissiveness. Weep no more, My willow. I lift you upon My breath with a force you cannot resist, and you dance upon My will - oh don’t you feel more alive now that I have taken control? |
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