forest

BOOK QUOTE:
“We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road. Night birds warble, and small creatures rustle in the snow. The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music of the wind rises and falls with the swirls of the snow, the creaking of the sea of branches in the darkness above us.” 
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

PHOTO: 

fenix by KR-2Y-51-3K

 

BOOK QUOTE:

 

“We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road. Night birds warble, and small creatures rustle in the snow. The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music of the wind rises and falls with the swirls of the snow, the creaking of the sea of branches in the darkness above us.”

 

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

 

 

PHOTO: fenix by KR-2Y-51-3K (Source: skyvvard)

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