Memories of childhood

This is a very dear memory of childhood, somehow. Always passing that old lodge when we were taking a walk in the forest. The path crossing this area feels so divine somehow, so I can't really get enough of it. Calm and relaxing in the most mysterious ways. Geez, I almost sound religious! Well, I'm gonna stop there...

Even though this picture was taken in the autumn, it turned out to look more like spring than autumn. Not that I'm complaining or anything.

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