A peak into the neural nest of trees.
I sense green grief, blue love, yellow hope, purple bliss, dark serentiy and
all the emotions that painted the tree, inside out.
Through out the ages.
8 degrees Celsius, I was wondering how I should prep up for this run in cold weather. I put on a jacket and began to run. I could see my bre...
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