Second Nature
Aug 11, 2019
2 minutes
michellany by michelle langstone
winter mornings, the bush where I live is very still. Deep-rooted trees stand sentry, harakeke tethers itself to the earth, and everything that grows seems reluctant to be parted from the ground. It’s as if nature wakes every morning and holds tighter. The trees wear cardigans made of fog and quietness, and the leaves have a grey tinge to them
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