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Fog. Bare trees. Dark water. Fallen logs bridging the space between. This wetland forest exists in the pause—between seasons, between states, between sound and silence. No color, no warmth, no easy answers. Just the layered complexity of life persisting in water and mist, patient and unhurried.
Fog. Bare trees. Dark water. Fallen logs bridging the space between. This wetland forest exists in the pause—between seasons, between states, between sound and silence. No color, no warmth, no easy answers. Just the layered complexity of life persisting in water and mist, patient and unhurried.