The only wood or root I know that is chewed is liquorice. I miss the days when I used to go to the village or buy it at a kiosk. Nostalgia? Maybe liquorice is no longer available, or maybe I'm glad that everything we used to eat has been replaced by chemicals (junk).
Darkness.
Silence.
Tranquillity.
Water.
Leaning lighthouse.
Painted horror.
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Faltó FRÍO
Me ha gustado el faro.
Mantente por el hermoso camino de las letras.