A long time ago there was a gentle valley high in the mountains whose sides were not steep, where ancient grassed meadows fed the giant mammoth and the trees grew tall beyond all imagination. The soft ground was a garden of plants and the leaves stretched ever upward in silent conquest. The rocky walls, veiled in summer mist, angled softly down no more than gentle slopes.
Issue No. 28
A long time ago there was a gentle valley high in the mountains whose sides were not steep, where ancient grassed meadows fed the giant mammoth and the trees grew tall beyond all imagination. The soft ground was a garden of plants and the leaves stretched ever upward in silent conquest. The rocky walls, veiled in summer mist, angled softly down no more than gentle slopes.