Little Ami was walking along the seashore early one morning. Her cute little feet were leaving imprints in the sand. It was late October. The woods smelled of pine and smoke. The brook bubbled with fresh water and the birds sang from the treetops. The air was warm with a hint of a cool breeze as spring, Estara’s favorite season, unfolded. The air also carried a hint of the scent of honeysuckle - a warm, sweet sublime taste that melted... The Adventures of Amarina Rollins Archives - The Divine Rose