Through the forest, I tread softly, leaves crunching beneath my feet, a symphony of whispers, where time stands still. The world unfurls, a tapestry of green, a reminder that I am part of, a grand design, alive, a sacred embrace.
- Dora Male
Through the forest, I tread softly, leaves crunching beneath my feet, a symphony of whispers, where time stands still. The world unfurls, a tapestry of green, a reminder that I am part of, a grand design, alive, a sacred embrace.