She was in a garden. It was home and yet it wasn't. She was seated on a stone bench draped with garlands of flowers, chrysanthemums and tulips and lavenders…..her favorites and yet not. She, Danica, loved lilies. Looking down at herself, she registered her regalia. She was dressed in a floaty white dress with a deep plunging neckline that showed off an impressive cleavage and a wide white belt. Her feet were clad in modern day boots, black and heavy, just her style. Rising, she approached the nearby stream that ran so clear it was almost ethereal. She peered into the it and came face to face with her reflection. She……Danica. Her long hair was curled into beachy waves and combed to the back, with a wide curtain falling over her left shoulder. In her hair, behind her left ear sat a single wh
