


Feeling the gravity of old and abandoned places filling your lungs. The crunch of frostbitten mud and Frost himself, walking through these very woods on a winter evening. He must have felt it. The same peace of mind. The same pull of buried bones that never seemed quite so near to the surface.
"It must be a sign of closeness, I guess."
looks like such a beautiful, peaceful place.
ReplyDeleteI want to be there!!
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful photos and words!<3
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