The scenery was breathtaking: the glacier, eons back, had done amazing work. She looked around the valley: she would apply herself, and try to be worth her inheritance. Her mind seized a smooth boulder, moved the rock a few meters down the slope... Smiling, she embraced the stream... Such power...
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#Valleys: The City #Fifty
For her, the City is the charmed valley, and she is the river, forever flowing, undulating through her tree-lined streets. She loves the fluid crowds of her boulevards, as she picks up men or women for the evening feast. For she is a predator, swift and silent beauty without name.
Of Glass & Paper 