The Awakening of an Oak — HANNA’S WALK

High skies and a light breeze. An oak holds its breath, while a tree creeper sweep the deep furrows. Church bells in the distance blends, with a bullfinch’s cautious call. I take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air mixed with the delicate fragrance of sorrel. A slight breeze awakens the oak, the tree creeper disappears […]

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