Hello! Freewriters. I freewrite about this image.
“ they are young flowers opened suddenly along the river sides, as they are stars leap out when twilight is deepening, and thickets of myrtle, and tendrils of vine, cast lengthening shadows over the valley as they grew. And thus the Treasure Valley became a garden again, and the inheritance, which had been lost by cruelty, was regained by love.”
