Existence
The sound of rushing water fills my ears, from both above and below. The sun sinks down to the western skies and departs with a radiant light that offers a sense of hope to all who will grasp it.
Fiordland, New Zealand.
The sound of rushing water fills my ears, from both above and below. The sun sinks down to the western skies and departs with a radiant light that offers a sense of hope to all who will grasp it.
Fiordland, New Zealand.
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