Me, a pile of ancient rocks, and the Stonemen—silent witnesses to time, solitude, and stories untold.
There’s no rush. Just the crunch of boots, the whisper of wind, and the luxury of going slow.
Me, a pile of ancient rocks, and the Stonemen—silent witnesses to time, solitude, and stories untold.
There’s no rush. Just the crunch of boots, the whisper of wind, and the luxury of going slow.