The Stone In The Woods, Sunday Night
A weekend could pass in the blink of an eye, couldn't it?
The stone waited patiently until the sun sunk beneath the horizon. Only then did it resume its song, a call as clear as birdsong, but audible only to a few.
It was time to return.
[[ your catch-all say-goodbye post ]]
The stone waited patiently until the sun sunk beneath the horizon. Only then did it resume its song, a call as clear as birdsong, but audible only to a few.
It was time to return.
[[ your catch-all say-goodbye post ]]