The land finds voices to tell its mood, to tell tomorrow. Sometimes it sings through wind in grass, sometimes in crow-flight. – Old Cunning Ash https://t.co/sGHIm4AM8L
The land finds voices to tell its mood, to tell tomorrow. Sometimes it sings through wind in grass, sometimes in crow-flight. – Old Cunning Ash pic.twitter.com/sGHIm4AM8L
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 10, 2019