Healing

[dazzleddaniel]

I love you like the first day of autumn when the ancient, whispering winds take their flowing steps across the yet-blossoming riverbanks near where I grew up. The long-robed scribes of the past carried a chisels and tablets, prepared to inscribe the names of those who would not see another spring. They call the river home of these scribes "

Comments

[kaylara]

Beautiful.