Rising Sun Valley Dance of Your Nature

<3 for some ~vibes~ starting at 0:46 

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@Bjarna hikes mountains and scales steeples of stone. She glides through fieldland, over streams and under the shade of spruce trees centuries old. She shows where moss grows and wild mushrooms sprout; where beetles inhabit beneath fallen logs and the shady groves of fledglings’ nests; rabbit warrens, drizzling brooks, glassy lochs, pastures of goat and a muledeer veld.

Behind her, Tauris runs, jumps, stumbles, pants, climbs, ducks, peers at the little things and marvels at the big ones.

The wolf-dog inhabits this world, she knows the paths; where to step and what to show, and Tauris could have sworn there were moments when a stunted nose pointed skyward blustered and felled winds at its behest.

By the end of the tour Tauris was no better at speaking her words but she was better at seeing her. And when she looked into the folds of cream she saw not just a youthful girl, but an explorer; a teacher; a companion; a shepherd of wolves.

She saw beauty.

And she was still looking, mind abuzz, when they’d come creekside to take water.

“Berna, rest. Please.” She pleads between ragged pants.

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