Dead Wood

Laying scattered across the forest’s floor. Fallen and aged through time. Nature has left its fingerprint. Home to several species and falling to nature’s circle of life. Birth-growth-death. It is not about the stage but about being.

Either being a tree or dead wood. Being right here and nowhere else is what counts.

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