Ode to Ovid This is the third part to a three part series Read Part I here Read Part II here Part III Metamorphoses Her hair weaved with precious flowers,her skin glowing from bathing in the hidden waters.Her eyes set upon her woodsman.Her heart as pure as a heart could be;she walks toward the town.Continue reading “Metamorphoses III”
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