River Seed, photography.
River seed tale
Yesterday, I had a dream.
I was offered a Rivierrier seed.
Plant it with your hands, your elbows and then your knees, because that’s how we plant it here, » I was advised.
Above all, don’t say anything to Entropy.
I carried out the tasks.
A year passed, the seed grew and I avoided Entropy.
Ten centuries passed, things changed around me and my seed remained a seed.
Towards the end of the year of ten centuries, I was denounced.
No, Entropy! Don’t destroy it! Don’t touch my River seed!
And Entropy gave the order.
Yesterday, I woke up and in the hollow of my wet hand.
I understood what the River Seed was.