From the area of Armavir, Russia.
Texture from Shadowhouse
“Way back up on the side of the hill was some big cedar trees. I heard the wind whistling through there. It seemed like the song said: There’s a land beyond the river,
That they call the sweet forever.
And we only reach that shore by faith’s decree. One by one they gain the portals,
There to dwell with the immortals,
Someday they’ll ring those golden bells
for you and me.” Billy -50.