The Green Man
There is a sanctuary in the woods of my life, a place from where the light in the forest can glow through storm and gale - I trust him endlessly, my green man. And of course he deserves something to warm his hard working, cold hands in the winter, something which doesn't stop him from whittling wood or tying knots or scratching his lovely, bushy head...So I've tried knitting again :) |
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