Life in the Woods

 


Featured image: Listen to the Music

There is so much life in the woods. You can hear the sounds and music there, bringing an awakening in my heart. I wonder who might have walked these woods before me and if the sounds I hear are echoes they left behind—their history, their time. There are so many specters here, their feet touching the ground and place.

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