
Running through the forests of the Urals, where my grandmother lives, I often watched such backwaters. All overgrown with moss, so green that one could drown in this color. Branches sticking out of the tussocks, as if the hands were holding small birds. So the wren decided to rest on them, bursting into his sonorous song 🌱
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