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The Time Tree
Ralpha and Lilith held hands in their charmed way. Just the way they always did, as they made their way through the lovely forest. Lilith wore her white, flowing, lace dress. The one with the wide sleeves, which cupped over her hands, like white tulips. She pulled the clip from her hair, as they hurried along. She let it fall, blonde and sunlit, with an airy glow about it. Dust motes flitted lazily around her, like sparkling fairies.
Ralpha was opposite. He was most opposite of the fair Lilith. His dark hair was thick and rich like coffee. His bangs were a bridge of silky, mahogany, fringe, draping lazily across raven eyebrows. His skin was bronze, in stark contrast with Lilith’s pale, freckled arm, as they walked shoulder to shoulder. He wore a white peasant sleeve blouse, under his favorite red, gold-trimmed velvet vest. His favorite attire, to go dreaming with Lilith in.
They held hands and swung their arms happily, right up until they reached the tree. The ancient tree. The time tree. They plopped down on the green grass, under the time tree. Leaning back, against the warm, textured bark, they looked up into the flowing branches above. Beams of sunlight broke through the leaves and warmed their faces. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Who do you want to be this time?” Ralph piped, enthusiastically, still catching his breath from their long walk through the…
