The silence, lost and greens.
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1. Silence in the woods. Even our breathing seems intrusive. Then, a woodpecker hammers and a flock of geese across the valley calls.
2. Wandering mapless and watchless, we lose ourselves in the woods. We taste paths, hit roads and retrace our steps.
3. Sitting stout fishcakes on a bed of wilted leeks with ginger.
1. Silence in the woods. Even our breathing seems intrusive. Then, a woodpecker hammers and a flock of geese across the valley calls.
2. Wandering mapless and watchless, we lose ourselves in the woods. We taste paths, hit roads and retrace our steps.
3. Sitting stout fishcakes on a bed of wilted leeks with ginger.