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| Florence, The Muse May 1941 |
| I hear the wind among the trees playing the celestial symphonies. I see the branches downward bent, like keys of some great instrument. H. W. Longfellow |
A musician named me Florence and called me his goddess of inspiration. He said the sound of the breeze through my leaves reminded him of the quiet music of a dream. I provided shade and shelter as he sat under my canopy of leaves, strumming his guitar, writing his music, perfecting his craft. Written by JoAnn Craig |