Been an eternity since I've written anything. This was written for Wordle 60 at the Sunday Whirl. The twelves words were crawl, shadows, corona, nails, vessels, brush, willow, mud, stones, trembled, bluffs, stain. When I read the words the image that popped into my head was of this wild, wet river girl sitting in the shade of a willow tree, brushing out her hair. I started writing - all my writing seems to take a fantastical turn - and I could see this grizzled old farmer telling a young, handsome adventurer how to find the river faery. Maybe an idea worth pursuing? I hope you enjoyed Down By The River :)
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