There are a lot of dugouts in Fetinino to complement the collection of conditions of the soul. But the condition itself here is such that I hardly wish anyone to experience it. For my diary, this is needed as a memory code, but I don't want to connect to it once again.
The dugouts stand as always on a small hill near the river....Pudezhka.
There were dugouts on this river in the spring in Semenkovo.
I never would have thought that I would get to such depressive state from a magical one from which it all began.
But for some reason, I still keep returning to meditative metaphysical walks among these strange structures from the past.
It's like I'm feeding on some kind of energy, but in fact it's just my own attention on myself, which I manage to achieve the maximum in such places.
I wonder what's next? Am I going to go into the night forest alone and take pictures?
After all, dugouts are not infinite, as well as yard spaces of different places.
I have to move further and further away...