DANCE OF THE BARLEY
I live amongst the burial mounds of people who lived in the area 4000 years ago. Sometimes the moon rises over the hill like a golden sickle and the wind seems full of a thousand lost voices...
I live amongst the burial mounds of people who lived in the area 4000 years ago. Sometimes the moon rises over the hill like a golden sickle and the wind seems full of a thousand lost voices...