LINNAEUS'S CHILDREN

Quiet walks amid mighty trunks, and florals to help forget.

Mist of Melancholy<br />
As I walked over the lip of the road's edge, a single white cross reached up to me out of the mist. It seemed lost, lonely and friendless. One can only hope the soul it marked has found peace and that it is no longer forced to watch the decline of all things wild, as we are.

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Mist of Melancholy
As I walked over the lip of the road's edge, a single white cross reached up to me out of the mist. It seemed lost, lonely and friendless. One can only hope the soul it marked has found peace and that it is no longer forced to watch the decline of all things wild, as we are.

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LINNAEUS'S CHILDREN