empty quiet places, places where once they were called home...
naked wet, foggy forests, filled with memories
secret places to dream of
time passing by
(* my uncles built this little magic place from a henhouse built next to my grandparents countryhouse. they spent here the Summers around the 70s and 80s)
I'm so in love with this place... so empty and so full at the same time
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