Among the brambles, the marshes, the winding ravines.
The toadstools and the moss, its wayward growth spreading from log to earth.
The wetness of the ground, the squish and crumble of mud and branch underfoot.
The fertile odour of decay and growth.
The crooked, winding tree limbs - ivy and tall grass mingling, mixing, touching.
The bursts of green in the most fertile places of the forest floor.
Sleepy snails clinging to bark.

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Frankenmartin, indeed

That mix pic is amazing, did you take it?!
I have a couple of pictures as well
I had no clue what to do with till I came here and met you
taken on the banks of the Susquehanna
in Rod Serling's hometown, the real Twilight Zone...


Hit play, it's one of my all-time favorite songs. Love love love, you always have mixes that perfectly suit my tastes! <3

Rita Solo

You're the sweetest. Can't believe I didn't see this comment till now..


love this a lot _/\_