I dream of trees, the fresh air that surrounds them, their bark textured and rugged, their state of leaves, either on or fallen, and Then I hug the trees, and I have to lie down amongst the bracken. Flora, Fawner.
I dream of trees, the fresh air that surrounds them, their bark textured and rugged, their state of leaves, either on or fallen, and Then I hug the trees, and I have to lie down amongst the bracken. Flora, Fawner.