I remember walking in groves of trees, lying down in the carpet of grass, or soft bed of sweet-smeeling rotted leaves, or cedar branches and moss making a cairn in the heart of the forest, in the quiet.
White Periwinkle era
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A letter to DMG.2022-03-22
I remember walking in groves of trees, lying down in the carpet of grass, or soft bed of sweet-smeeling rotted leaves, or cedar branches and moss making a cairn in the heart of the forest, in the quiet.
14 July 2021