The Run
The arching trees form a dark umbrella, the dampness rises from the forest floor and clings to the air. The world fall into a quiet stillness and all seems to disappear except for the muffled sounds of my footfalls.
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The arching trees form a dark umbrella, the dampness rises from the forest floor and clings to the air. The world fall into a quiet stillness and all seems to disappear except for the muffled sounds of my footfalls.
