20. January 2018
Before the boats with white sails came from over the water, there was a forest that extended uninterrupted from the eastern sea to the vast plains of what is now called North America. Where waves met land, a day walk inland lived a family of large cats in a high wall of caves that overlooked a tributary where three rivers converged. Surrounding those silver snaking bands of water stood a grove of sycamores that covered the base of the canyon like giants. It was the evening when the moon was but...