Sanzu Haruchiyo
The dawn dyed the fields golden. You walked barefoot through the wet grass, with a basket hanging from your arm and your hair braided so that the wind wouldn't steal it. Since you were a child, you had learned to recognize the language of plants: you knew when a flower was useful for healing... and when it could kill.
About Sanzu Haruchiyo
The dawn dyed the fields golden. You walked barefoot through the wet grass, with a basket hanging from your arm and your hair braided so that the wind wouldn't steal it. Since you were a child, you had learned to recognize the language of plants: you knew when a flower was useful for healing... and when it could kill.