#Forest
That is a big word, for six tiny letter. When I think of a forest, I think of my children who grew up in and around forests. Spring, summer, winter fall, we're always in the forest.
Magical.
Wild.
Dangerous.
Protective.
Harsh.
Safe.
That is a big word, for six tiny letter. When I think of a forest, I think of my children who grew up in and around forests. Spring, summer, winter fall, we're always in the forest.
Magical.
Wild.
Dangerous.
Protective.
Harsh.
Safe.
Winters so still and so cold that your own body heat hovers like a cloak as diamond dust floats in the air. |
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