When I am very sad, I look for a place where I could close myself off from everyone. A place where I feel safe and calm alone. One day, Ferr found it, accidentally bumping into a dense thicket of rose hips in the forest. These thickets form an uneven closed ring with an empty space, inside which a medium-sized beast will fit perfectly. By trial and error, Ferr still found a way to get inside almost without scratching on the thorns of the rosehip. From above, the bushes form an almost closing dome, which adds to the feeling of isolation from the outside world. Yes, this is a good place to soak the soil with the tears. The scratches are worth such a healing place of rest
In the upper left corner there is a schematic image of bushes from above. At the bottom I made a very rough sketch of this place to better understand its essence
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2022-01-14 23:00:40 +0000 UTC