renniequeer:I stood on a craggy limestone cliff, overlooking a slow-moving river. The water was dark
renniequeer:I stood on a craggy limestone cliff, overlooking a slow-moving river. The water was dark, almost black in some spaces. In others, where the harsh sunlight met it just right, it was a rich burnt orange, the result of decaying leaf matter leeching tannins into its depths. The river had endured many years, as had I. Since time immemorial, it flowed ever southward, winding its way toward the sea. it changed from year to year, sometimes—its path had shifted more than once, and the water level was never the same year-to-year. That, too, reminded me of myself. I had gone by many names and looks in my time, and rare was it for any two people to see me the same way.All Patrons can read the rest here! -- source link