The woods are alive with moss and lichens, old and withered trees, growing saplings and wild animals of air and earth. Rocks change colour and shape in the course of the years, flowers bloom and disappear, a roedeer runs like a spirit in the distance...
rock
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rabbit
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Ever listening to the sounds of these woods, inhaling the smell of the damp earth, contemplating the passage of immensely graceful yet invisible presences
the fox
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petals and rust
pinched paperclay
petals
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big ears
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