The Well
In twilight’s hush, embraced by oaks,
A well of stone, with stories etched in lace,
Now table made, where others’ whispers weave,
And time’s soft hands a tapestry conceive.
In twilight’s hush, embraced by oaks,
A well of stone, with stories etched in lace,
Now table made, where others’ whispers weave,
And time’s soft hands a tapestry conceive.
Discover this mysterious encounter at Cayuga Lake Inlet where I met Neven, my doppelganger. Who is he? Join me in unraveling this eerie twilight mystery.