The forest breathes, a collective sigh, a communion of leaves, each a voice, on its own yet together.
From the ground, a myriad of life emerges, unseen but felt, a tapestry of existence, a testament to the unbroken cycle.
- Alejandra Zambra
The forest breathes, a collective sigh, a communion of leaves, each a voice, on its own yet together.
From the ground, a myriad of life emerges, unseen but felt, a tapestry of existence, a testament to the unbroken cycle.