Hinborg depths
The trees swing in the morning breeze, rustling their leaves singing a song of morning calm. Birds sing their morning lullaby out loud. I take a deep breath with my eyes closed. “The air is lovely my Lady.” A pleasant wind has picked up through the trees. I know the days ahead will be dark, requiring all our strength. However, it is not yet the time to be dreadful, especially when our beautiful nature has so much to over. While the first winter days have passed, the true coldness has to begin, even nature is fighting its battle against time. Some trees have lost their leaves but within this forest, they strongly hold on. “Isn’t it miraculous my Lady that these trees hold onto their leaves for so long? It feels like we have arrived in some paradise that is fighting against the upcoming
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