Wood, or wood? and, perhaps, the tree of life? this landscape devoid of meaning, we will be able to fill ourselvesWood, or wood? And, perhaps, the tree of life? This landscape devoid of meaning, we will be able to fill ourselves
Autumn; outdoors the landscape stretches. the smell of wood fills the nostrils with tart waves; the waterfall flows down in long streams... autumnAutumn; outdoors the landscape stretches. The smell of wood fills the nostrils with tart waves; the waterfall flows down in long streams... Autumn