Thursday, 15 June 2017

A Secret Place

 Sticky runny sap runs down the rough pine tree leaving it's trail behind.Bending down onto the wooden chair surrounded be tree. Looking out at the still water sleeping in front of me. The smell of fresh honey tickles my nose as I explore the soggy damp hut,almost the trees.  Pine trees drop there pine cones on my head leaving me bruised.

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