The Neophyte

Originally posted on Fundamental Humanities:
A Dryad – Celtic Forest Spirit The young woman’s olive-colored skin was tinged with a deep, dark green. She was nearly naked, and?wore no dress or robe;?covered only by clusters of leaves in those places forbidden to men’s eyes. She?sat on a shorn tree-stump in the midst of the forest…

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