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Lyre in hand, Apollo’s grasp nearly reaches Daphne as her leg begins to encase within the rooted form of her new body, a laurel tree. The last glimpse of her frightened face is framed with bundles of laurel leaves and flecks of white buds glowing Read more

And thus the snowdrop, like the bowThat spans the cloudy sky, Became a symbol, whence, we knowThat brighter days are nigh. – Anonymous As landscapes shed winter’s heavy cloak of gloom and grey, the winter-blooming snowdrops begin to herald spring. These fair yet hardy maidens of Read more