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Red of the Yew Tree is the crossing of a feminine and universal imagination, an odyssey inked in fine point. A pheasant hunt is the occasion of a voyage that is at once delicate and mightily evocative, under the breath of maternal love and the transmission of a shared feminine condition. It is a vast intimate adventure unfolds, as equivocal as it is precise, through an intuitive hunt and a recovered collective memory.
Red of the Yew Tree is the crossing of a feminine and universal imagination, an odyssey inked in fine point. A pheasant hunt is the occasion of a voyage that is at once delicate and mightily evocative, under the breath of maternal love and the transmission of a shared feminine condition. It is a vast intimate adventure unfolds, as equivocal as it is precise, through an intuitive hunt and a recovered collective memory.
Red of the Yew Tree is the crossing of a feminine and universal imagination, an odyssey inked in fine point. A pheasant hunt is the occasion of a voyage that is at once delicate and mightily evocative, under the breath of maternal love and the transmission of a shared feminine condition. It is a vast intimate adventure unfolds, as equivocal as it is precise, through an intuitive hunt and a recovered collective memory.