“Across a threshold, and somewhere far beyond, there is a hill where the valley people often gather when the day’s work is done. From it you can watch the glittering night unfold, and see the whole magic sweep when the shooting stars begin to stream like jewels across the sky. Even the deer come out to watch, unafraid.”

“Across a threshold, and somewhere far beyond, there is a hill where the valley people often gather when the day’s work is done. From it you can watch the glittering night unfold, and see the whole magic sweep when the shooting stars begin to stream like jewels across the sky. Even the deer come out to watch, unafraid.”

— Alexander Key