The river flows, a silver ribbon, curving through forests, a soft whisper against jagged stones, its voice gentle and timeless, cashin against the heart of the earth, a soothing balm. The world slips into a tranquil hush.
- Dora Male
The river flows, a silver ribbon, curving through forests, a soft whisper against jagged stones, its voice gentle and timeless, cashin against the heart of the earth, a soothing balm. The world slips into a tranquil hush.