If you wander past the wooden walkway, you’ll see the path turn into dirt, and the swampland becomes a stream. Giant Oak trees cast shadows where woodpeckers, sparrows, and pheasants sing out. The beauty of the woodland is not only found in what lives beneath it’s canopy, but what becomes alive inside of you while you’re there.
If I ever fall lovesick or desirous of too many things, this is where I’ll go to find my medicine.
[Drunk on the sound of trees
Swallowing the sweet air
Soothed by the wandering wind
Happy beside the wildflowers]
I think snow white went through the woodland to find refuge as well. In this outfit, I try to capture the magic that is snow white. A girl who belongs to the forest.
My favorite dress blooming in apricot and scarlet roses. It curls and falls, reminding me of a barmaids wardrobe. Sent from the beloved Oasap ~ It was made to be worn while my hands are picking flowers and my mouth is singing old country songs.
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