The Betina* Story
Follow them through the dotted path of daffodils and dandelions that are somehow flourishing in the snowy fields. The landscape is covered with a deep blanket of powdery snowflakes. A light breeze touches your cheeks and lips. The gently swaying golden hair like shafts of wheat and wildflowers stretch as far as the eye can see. The moon covers the horizon, haloing the brilliant fluttering wings of the many dancing butterflies. A dream, perhaps, but Betina is for dreamers and believers. A sweet reverie, a soft gentle lullaby, dancing with Betina …
