Day 1324, forest. Day's pictures, Poetry I turned and a dark forest arose from where I was before ~ lost ~ though soon the familiar sound that brings you down brings you back to the light like a stream to the sea Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related