Very sad sorry; for romance please go to Corncrake's Journal.
Once I stood in some ruins. Here stones marked graves. Here primroses bloomed. It was slightly misty. Up on a hill there stood a sombre old Oak tree. Following down the slope of the hill. Five stumps of old trees that had died.. Tree. This is the tree, it stands far on a hill It is formed, like this... Sign in to see full entry.