We stroll along a beech-lined path in the forest, and we enjoy the winter light playing on the leafless branches and tree trunks...
We stroll along a beech-lined path in the forest, and we enjoy the winter light playing on the leafless branches and tree trunks...
A quiet afternoon in early spring, silence lies like a blanket over the marshes. The wind whispers softly in the reeds, telling stories from around the world and of all times.
Early morning light
Patches of an unfinished dream
floats towards eternity
It is quiet in the forest, this morning. The sun is just rising above the horizon, its fragile rays gently touching the trunks of the trees still damp from the cold night.
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