The River That Remembered Names
Calling back what we forget
When she whispered her lost friend’s name into the river, the water shimmered and returned the name with such tenderness that she began to cry. Every name she feared time had erased echoed back to her. The river taught her that the world forgets nothing—we only forget how to listen.
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