The Lily
This land is my memories. For two thousand years this valley
has been mine alone. I know every rock, every stream and every
tree. I know the forces that shape this land and the people who… Continue reading
The Lily
This land is my memories. For two thousand years this valley
has been mine alone. I know every rock, every stream and every
tree. I know the forces that shape this land and the people who… Continue reading