A cold, misty morning. The cycling path leading up to the dunes is deserted. Inexplicably, a baby bunny lies in the middle of the road. She’s in pretty bad shape. No… no longer alive. I bundle her up and bury her deep under red autumn leaves.
A cold, misty morning. The cycling path leading up to the dunes is deserted. Inexplicably, a baby bunny lies in the middle of the road. She’s in pretty bad shape. No… no longer alive. I bundle her up and bury her deep under red autumn leaves.