A river snakes through the valleys, each ripple tells a story, each twist a journey untold, as it weaves its way, serpent-like, through the fabric of land and time.
The water speaks in whispers, a language as ancient as the stones, echoing the dreams of earth, reminding me of my place, within the flow of existence, a mere drop in the vast sea.
Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska
- Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska