Running Journal

Early Morning jog through the mountains

Forest mist seeping from its abode amongst the trees and floating out onto the mountain road, the swiftly rising sun turning its whites and greys into silver and gold.

The air is so cool, it soothes my throat and awakens my mind.

A moth the size of a sparrow swoons to and fro ahead of me. My eyes fixate on her until she disappears again, back into the mist.




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Frankie Lass

I want to inspire the rekindling of imaginary worlds. I want to nurture mad little monsters that have been starved of their need to create.

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