stellacdagg
Have you ever heard the story about the girl who lost both of her parents? Well, mines different. We were walking through the crisp autumn forest, I can feel the crunch of the leafs under my boots. My dad would always point out all the different colors that would appeal to us, in addition, the smell of dampness and the dead leaves decomposing to let new ones grow. All of that reminds me about the walks I would take with my parents.