spirits©burgseye07
i live in a road once called view, now kohu or mist. both true. today though the latter is apt. the swirling fog of precipitation blankets the forest top. it's said there are fairy folk or terehu who emerge in such conditions. tricks of light play light tricks on the mind. the recesses of the bush are alive. the spirit of whenua never subdued, no matter how much concrete we pour on the tracks.
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