the plants are hidden, buried under years' worth of neglect, forgotten. to the edge of the forest, there's a small meadow, strewn with potted plants. every weekend they're tended, healed and replanted - the forest's back to life.
just a girl in love with words
the plants are hidden, buried under years' worth of neglect, forgotten. to the edge of the forest, there's a small meadow, strewn with potted plants. every weekend they're tended, healed and replanted - the forest's back to life.