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
Artwork by Willow from Thelostcauldron Since I resumed this self-fashioning project in January, I feel as if I have been working at a break-neck pace. It’s been incredibly rewarding to see this pro…| The Used Life
