| Sacred place for
Northern people and for Celts,the forest always
keeps its magical and mysterious face letting us
free our minds giving way to fantasies and
wonders.... let's stop for a moment and listen to the sweet sound of leaves rustling under the breath of the wind...it's Pan's flute calling us....and its magic notes are ready to take us to the deep heart of Nature!!It is your choice: IN or OUT!!!!!!!! |
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