You come to a small clearing. The trail runs right through. It is one of many. They don't exactly meet here, there is no single point of convergence, but, as the strings lilt and the flutes sing, they greet, and clasp arms, and spin, and dance.
You come to a small clearing. The trail runs right through. It is one of many. They don't exactly meet here, there is no single point of convergence, but, as the strings lilt and the flutes sing, they greet, and clasp arms, and spin, and dance.