In winter, the wood offers a glimpse at the alphabet of trees. Each shape twisting into the next to make strange script, spelling out the poem of place. In this new language, the telling of gates to Faerie. – #CLNolan https://t.co/i8HzYNBxv8
In winter, the wood offers a glimpse at the alphabet of trees. Each shape twisting into the next to make strange script, spelling out the poem of place. In this new language, the telling of gates to Faerie. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/i8HzYNBxv8
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 4, 2020