The river meanders like dreams, weaving through the fields of green. The gentle touch of water caresses the stones and whispers, ‘Come, rest your heart here among the echoing realms of nature.’
- Halina Poświatowska
The river meanders like dreams, weaving through the fields of green. The gentle touch of water caresses the stones and whispers, ‘Come, rest your heart here among the echoing realms of nature.’