Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Like Old Trolls

The trees stood like old trolls, straight but gnarled. And it the truth that trolls become rooted to the ground over time, weighed down by the life's evil work. Entering the forest seems reckless, but it is the only way forward. ~ The World of Aihrde

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