“But like a forest I rise, like a plateau I open, I writhe like roads and fields. I push up trees till they meet with heaven, with the whisper of my trees I embrace the feet of the sky I… — Marja-Liisa Vartio Copy Share Image
“But like a forest I rise, like a plateau I open, I writhe like roads and fields. I push up trees till they meet… — Marja-Liisa Vartio Copy Share Image
