β§βΛπΏβ© βΛπͺ΅βΉβ‘Pictures form my grandfathers forestβΛΚ π± βΛβ§ οΎ.
My grandfather left so many treasures behind to find. The forest is like my utopia
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Also: my grandfathers shale ax hasn't been touched since he was alive. Is it weird that I find it comforting that the nature is growing up around and on the ax? It's kinda symbolic in a way. the way that life goes on even after death....Β Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ*:ο½₯
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divider credit: kodaswrld on tumblr
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