birds, rainstorms or snow

By spinsterstale

door in kallio district

Once a boyfriend took me into a burned forest. As far as I could see there were only black trunks. The fire had even jumped over a road between two hills. It was sunset, the nightjars were churring and we even saw one hunting silently above our heads. I said it's so beautiful here. He said the forest owners had been growing this forest all their lives, and after it burned, they had nothing. So don't go telling them it's beautiful.

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