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Enchanted
italian red/gold finish
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Willa tucked the end of the ribbon through, securing it to the branch. It blew in the wind, beads clinking and shining in the moonlight. He has to pass this way each day, she thought. It will catch his eye, but he won’t know it’s there. Willa sank back to her heels, letting the branch spring back up, the pale green ribbon blending with the leaves. Perfect, she whispered.
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