Thursday · Morning mist
Something moved in the morning mist by the old oak…
3 new letters from the woods
Benny says: Listen carefully. Mist hides quiet things.

All the pieces glow when held together. Benny lifts the lantern and the trail blooms back into colour.
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A note from Benny
"Benny has been waiting for you."
Loves the hush of late autumn rain.