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There is a tree hidden in the heart of the park, a tree that feels like a secret hideaway, a cozy refuge… it’s a tree den.
It’s a magical place, a secret room where sunlight filters through in patches, where the rustling of leaves sounds like a gentle song, an invitation to stay, to stop and become part of that enchantment.
Traces
Tree
Flower
Ants
Try touching the trunk… what do you feel?
Close your eyes… do you smell anything?
Describe it with words.
If you lower your gaze to the ground… do you find a world that breathes silently? Try looking down, take a photo, zoom in, and describe what you see.
If you have a pen and paper, draw that micro-world.
When you return, take another photo: perhaps, among the details you now notice, you’ll find that time has altered something, even if just a little, a mark that only those who know how to look can see.