Raven sat under a young aspen in a grove on the Nuba River bank. He was just outside the city of Mora, a place that was not home. He just couldn't bring himself to think of it as home, despite living in Mora's outlands. This cluster of trees seemed more like home to him, and this tranquil, natural existence was the way life was supposed to be.
Peace of heart and mind. He felt it in the cool early autumn breeze, in the lyrical flow of the river, in the rustling of the aspen's golden leaves. The...
Published on January 11, 2010 06:37