The Forestkeeper – The Used Life
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so muc…| The Used Life
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so muc…| The Used Life
I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me. – Anaïs Nin I have always been interested in Jungian psychology. I’ve read qui…| The Used Life
