Whenever I step into a tiny forest, I can feel the smell of witches, old braids and healing bones. T
Whenever I step into a tiny forest, I can feel the smell of witches, old braids and healing bones. The quiet is my sanctuary, the crackling wood under my feet - mana. Ultraviolet visions of an unseen past haunt me sporadically, always leaving me guessing and alert. Loba, what challenges have you got in store for me now? #wood #forest #loba #nature #valeamorilor #pinefruit (at Chișinău) -- source link
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