The ancient oak ponders unfathomable tales; near the bank, the shallow water reflects the evening sky.
A little further the small stones shine, enticing: come to us, stranger, we are worth more than gold…
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The ancient oak ponders unfathomable tales; near the bank, the shallow water reflects the evening sky.
A little further the small stones shine, enticing: come to us, stranger, we are worth more than gold…
Continue reading at Of Glass and Paper

























