Yesterday I was daydreaming about being alone in the woods.
Last night I dreamt of such a place. It was deep and dark, full of greens and stillness.
A place where a soul could just be.
Where anything might be.
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Yesterday I was daydreaming about being alone in the woods.
Last night I dreamt of such a place. It was deep and dark, full of greens and stillness.
A place where a soul could just be.
Where anything might be.
