I had been strolling along, admiring the scenery, when the forest asked me to stop.
Read MoreIn the valley a deer is roaring
too late in the morning to not be seen.
Without thinking
I press my finger to my lips…
I had been strolling along, admiring the scenery, when the forest asked me to stop.
Read MoreIn the valley a deer is roaring
too late in the morning to not be seen.
Without thinking
I press my finger to my lips…