Man was but an echo, thought Wyn with some awe, a small memory of rocks and mountains and rivers and lakes that had always been, and always would be. Man would come and go, but the land was forever.
Bobby Underwood
Man was but an echo, thought Wyn with some awe, a small memory of rocks and mountains and rivers and lakes that had always been, and always would be. Man would come and go, but the land was forever.