It was the fog that brought him out in the first place. when his eyes glanced out of his bedroom window, his mind danced with imagination. imagination of tales from ancient times, times of dragons, knights and mighty battles for loved possessions. His socks on the street collected the dirt and pebbles of neighborhood walkers but the boy didn’t care, he only wanted to fly and emmers himself in the fog of his imagination.
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