birdsoap
The woods are busier at 7am than 12 hours later. Dog walkers, runners. People smile and say hello, now, conjuring memories of my village childhood, where to walk was to greet strangers.
It’s after the…
The woods are busier at 7am than 12 hours later. Dog walkers, runners. People smile and say hello, now, conjuring memories of my village childhood, where to walk was to greet strangers.
It’s after the…