In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me. John Fowles
Posted on May 8, 2018 by Hanna
#Nature, #Outdoor, Denmark, Environment, photography, Poetry, Walks
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