And what you hear is not silence It's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum
Inkpot gods by The Amazing Devil
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Time has left untouched the tiny Cotswold village of Temple Guiting
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Traditional house in Maramureș County, România.
Photography: pinterest.com
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Winter Forest
lino paint on paper – linocut – 15 x 11 cm
The hunter is coming. Cold and freezing. Ice is hanging on his moustache. He knows that in the middle of the forest there is a little cottage. A tiny, older than old lady lives there alone always waiting to host a child.
Silence. There are some pebbles scattered on the snowy path. Those paw prints in the snow? A red flash…
The plaintive cries of two small children, a boy and a girl. And silence again. Deep silence.
The smell of cake, fruity mulled wine, something warm… and a gray snort.
The air is cold and frosty. Scents are wafting… The hunter prefers to move on.
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