Here's my spirit sister's response to my last post:
Jim (her husband) would add:
"As you walk down the path, little birds hover over head with colorful ribbons tied around fresh sprigs of lavender... you glance up and smile as they gently glide down to attach them to your luxurious golden hair with delicate bows... you stub your toe and cry out "Son of a bitch!" before recovering your composure, smiling sweetly..."
I would add:
"Nubile male wood nymphs flit through the trees, beckoning you to join them in their lusty dance..."
Too funny.
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