Cha Rnacircle

Voice of the Ancients: Dawn Cha Rnacircle

The howling, bone chilling wind blew the moisture from the snowflakes making them flat... They cut like chips of stone and stacked higher and higher. On a cold dark night when the North wind blows, you can hear the voices of the ancient people. They laughed, they cried... they lived, they died... They keep whispering to me. I'll tell you what they say, you MUST listen...