#88 Rewilding
The forest holds its breath.
Just before a winter’s dawn.
It is then that far southern starlight
Casts an ethereal glow
As time itself slowly awakens.
The forest holds its breath.
Just before a winter’s dawn.
It is then that far southern starlight
Casts an ethereal glow
As time itself slowly awakens.
How breathing new life into old materials gives rise to glorious spoons with soul.
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