Walkies
Social isolation day 1042 The stump acts as a lovely shelter for some sort of critter. As I step out into the overcast morning, the sky hangs low like a heavy blanket, muffling the world in a soft gray light. The air is thick with moisture, and the trees stand tall and still, as if holding their breath. I set out on my journey, the road before me winding its way down towards the swamp. The…
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