Shakespearian1

Writing to feel the world

Passage #1

Slowly, the procession unfolds like floating through a cloud. The crystal altar where the queen, in a leafy, forest green gown, and foliate cape, and foresty crown of crystals waits. Her lush, brown hair billows to her waist.

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