Sunday. He got up, when the window of the woods yet sag morning mist.
There is nothing better than a walk on wet with dew forest walk on soft moss hummocks, hear Twitter negotiators on their bird language inhabitants, and sometimes silence.
Walking in the woods, I'm really something for nothing and did not count, I do not come out I look for mushrooms and berries. Just walk, wherever you are, the forest and no one else.
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