my sacred grove

 

Scribbly gums in the Blue Mountains. The air is crisp, and smells of eucalyptus. It’s so fresh, your brain and body tingle. The mist rolls in at will.

Image from http://australia.gov.au/about-australia/australian-story/eucalypts

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