I’ve always been in awe of the woodlands. The tall pines and oaks, gurgling of the clear streams, the wild berries, and sunlight making its way through the tangled branches….it’s almost as if I’m standing right there taking in the freshness of the pines!
Where are these memories originating from? Is it those long hours of Enid Blyton books I devoured as a kid? Or those hikes I went on with my family? Maybe a little of both!
Nonetheless the woodland is a beautiful, whimsical place! I sometimes wonder what secrets this place holds. Do you?
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