Tam Lin

by Grassy Mud (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/341670.html) The trees were budding with the beginnings of spring, the snow just melting on the ground. In the trees, the birds sang merry tunes, and the squirrels chittered through the boughs. Marcus trod through the woods, his boots leaving wet prints in the muddied ground. The young man wore a […]