— Ursula K. Le GuinFestin waited among the rocks where no river would ever run again, in the heart of the country which has no seacoast. The stars stood still above him; and as he watched them, slowly, very slowly he began to forget the voice of streams and the sound of rain on the leaves of the forests of life.
Replicated under Fair Use from The Wind's Twelve Quarters: A Story by Ursula K. Le Guin.