Down there

I always notice them…

Little worlds down there.

I could swear I saw someone, working hard in his garden. In tiny hat, with tiny tools…

I could swear I heard squeaking… voices, whispering…

Or maybe I do not have to swear.

Maybe I really saw, heard, was there.

For a moment.

In one of those closed world, which people so often just squeeze and…

Nothing more…

Between the trees, in the tall grass… there are songs and stories.

You only got to be quiet.

Very quiet.

Like this little… monster?

No, not a monster, just a creature which was a tree, then changed into something else, by humans hands and now…

Is a dragon.

Real one!

Just look at this lovely face… and his tail…

Magnificent!!!

Now he is creating world around him. Finally free…

From everything.

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