Of Moss and Memories: The Forest Bridge

As I crossed the weathered planks, I discovered the bridge’s secret: it led to inner peace

Somewhere in Snowdon, Wales
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Beneath a canopy of ancient oaks and maples, a rustic bridge emerges, its weathered planks worn smooth by countless footsteps. It spans a meandering river, whose waters whisper secrets to the wind-kissed leaves. As you step onto the bridge, the scent of damp earth and moss rises to meet you, a fragrance carried on a gentle breeze. The bridge’s timeworn rails offer a comforting grip, guiding you through the heart of this enchanted forest. In the dappled sunlight, you find solace, where the bridge becomes a silent witness to the stories of the woods, standing strong through seasons and time.

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2 responses to “Of Moss and Memories: The Forest Bridge”

  1. brazannemuse avatar

    Beautiful, your writing is perfect for the image. I was only just recently in Snowden and saw many streams and bridges like this, and so incredibly peaceful, if the weather had been more favourable I could spend all day just looking at this….

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  2. Jim Earlam avatar

    Lovely writing 😀

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