From The Swan and the Golden Hare.
The eastern fen is a quiet place. Reed-lined waterways spread through an ancient land of isolated islands and ruins from past times.
The Swan slowly meanders her way into this watery scape, seeking those quiet waters. Above, swifts and swallows go by while damselflies and dragonflies find reeds to settle in.
Tranquillity pervades the air as the Swan passes by, as graceful as ever, while the afternoon fades to evening. The Swan knows not where she goes, but seeks a new life.
From The Swan and the Golden Hare.
The eastern fen is a quiet place. Reed-lined waterways spread through an ancient land of isolated islands and ruins from past times.
The Swan slowly meanders her way into this watery scape, seeking those quiet waters. Above, swifts and swallows go by while damselflies and dragonflies find reeds to settle in.
Tranquillity pervades the air as the Swan passes by, as graceful as ever, while the afternoon fades to evening. The Swan knows not where she goes, but seeks a new life.
