Prompt: The glaciers parted, paths were exposed on objects that you can slip through and see the bald patches of asphalt, but this is a dream of spring, as snowflakes move on and gifts of spring fall asleep. The brakes on the car brake sharply, but do not crash.
Prompt: Cloudy sky filled with clouds. The clouds turned black and it started to rain. I overcame dug trenches and heaps of stones that lay across the steppe. Paris was getting closer, and due to road repairs, running across the roads themselves became a harsh task.
Prompt: Lech flew by rail. He hit the train, turned back the tracks and burst into the city through the country gardens. We were at the same time with hostility in the asphalt. They ran and sniffed the delicious smells of apples. And that's great.
Prompt: Cold wind with frost burned proudly. Birds can hardly resist the frost, which presses on them, stay on a branch for 5 seconds and fly further. The warrior of light walked through the barriers to the dawn into the distance. On a deserted street, a red traffic light flashed like a star. Frost came into this world.
Prompt: A small white tiger darted past on the way. Sunlight froze the puddle and now there is a lake. Mukhtar walks through wastelands looking for drugs. The dogs talk slowly as little children go to kindergartens and schools.
Prompt: This apple tree excites my thoughts and gives new ideas. When I smell an apple tree I am on the 5th wave of happiness. The news was scattered around the district, instead of being divided. The trees were cut down. A man takes out the trash and watches propaganda at the same time.
Prompt: The spirit of Christmas and Santa's sleigh is everywhere. Brings light to every apartment. A beautiful yellow-orange sunset is building a new day. Lights of lanterns greet passers-by from the windows.
Prompt: After I was beaten by the Wassermans in purses with intellect last Sunday. I got up and ran, catching the rays of the sun. Yard free dogs sunbathe and lick their fur in the sun. The bus full of artisans went to their workshops.
Prompt: A mega-giant sunflower with an alien flying saucer and a mini airport created on the water. The fish who saw these sunflowers were in the mood for a pleasant meeting of summer. In future. Tractor wheels and buckets stormed the snow.
Prompt: Autumn in colors. The leaves are fiery orange, almost golden. How to get coins. And it’s so warm outside, as if under a blanket. The path passes by markets and stalls and everything is fine. Only the clock is faulty today.
Prompt: The red dog curled up and sleeps, the muzzled sheepdog mutters something under its long nose. The carrier blocked the passage and did not let others in. Someone washed their underpants, hung them up and lost them. Sad fate. A man having seen enough of me is now running with a spaniel. And the man in black is running along the jogging track. The leaves on the trees dressed in their sundresses.
Prompt: Error, sync failure. Sorry, something didn't register. Everything is in the memory of hours and time. The wind pours branches of yellow leaves. And everything is moving forward.
Prompt: The gods are smoking on Mount Olympus, raising smoke from their barbecue. Unexpectedly narrow paths on which it was necessary to give way were cleared and you can rush like a Vostok rocket to Mars. Green directed me to the sands and arches, near which they made a marafet as if Kim Jong-un would come there.
Prompt: Excellent schedule. It was a little frosty. At the same time, I unexpectedly learned that we now have an OZON dispensing point for useless nonsense, right next to the Kremlin. Due to the supposedly “frost”, the world has been cleared of children and now you can run through the icy kingdom without traffic jams.
Prompt: Pink dawn and blue clouds, the morning was so beautiful. I collected all the dogs on every corner. The shops are open and offer your choice of chips and cola, eggs and sausages. Everything is visible through the transparent trees. A beautiful November day. Winter don't come any further, I don't love you.
Prompt: The policemen sat in the car and gave each other valentines. A fluffy cat like Cupid went to warm himself in his cellars. 3 crews of firefighters went to extinguish the fiery heat, sped away very far. He and she dig snow with shovels and talk about love. A man stands at a beer stall and demands a celebratory strawberry-flavoured beer. In general, Happy Holidays to you.
Prompt: Flowers are everywhere. Blue. You look and they are visible beyond the distant horizon. Dogs crunch bones. They give to strangers who walk across the steppe. Armchairs are on every corner, you can sit and relax. Hint. There are paths in inconspicuous places. They dug up the pipes and repair something in the pit. Hundreds of desks were thrown out. Update.
Prompt: The puddles swallowed the GPS and the satellite dishes drooped. There are a lot of cars along the serpentine road. Dogs are jumping out of the bushes, there are new roads, and the grandmothers have already rolled out buckets and are selling everything for pickling. The bus dumped people and everyone went to one place, to different paths. Cops at the flowerbed.
Prompt: Seagulls fly over a mass of people and a mass of houses. They don't care about the world, they are really free. Like snow flying in free fall. On pieces of dried mud, it glitters with stars. The girl ran along the trails in a winter jacket, probably 2KM then galloped off to warm up.
Prompt: Well, it’s well-trodden, paths are everywhere. There is no snow, light frost. Sooo. That's all. You run, look at the colors of the sunrise and greet the new day with a positive smile. Hoping that there will be new events in it.
Prompt: Tomorrow we already have 7 Roads in large steppes, small towns and on the Tops of mountains and various bridges, as well as forests. Light warm-up before tomorrow's 35km run.
Prompt: And there was snow outside the window at night. But during the day it simply became a blanket, covering the ice of the roads for a while and softening the falls for those who like to fall deliciously. The path carried through smoke from private houses. You breathe in vitamins and run towards the rising sun of the holiday. March 8.
Prompt: After "Fyodor-on-Bukpe" I ran lightly and slowly through the frozen city. Day of solidarity, day of workers, day of labor and demonstrations, because today. But all the workers are asleep, no time for social breakthroughs. "Arman Shame" was written on the pavement. That it was someone dishonored or a "shameful dream".
Prompt: If yesterday it was wet, today it is slippery. These kilometers began to lengthen even further. But I took a risk, dressed lightly, didn’t put on another cabbage, and moved to where the sunrises were rising. I looked out the windows. In one the night light was on, in another there was a garland, and in the third cups were being pulled out of the cupboard. A beautiful girl flashes her long legs.
Prompt: The morning earlier brought fog and smoke. When you look at the wipers, it’s as if they’re not carrying things around in their sleep, but throwing firewood into the park’s barbecue. The guy was sitting on the pipe and warming himself up, scrolling through his Instagram feed. There are no Christmas trees, only numbers and a slide in this park.
Prompt: There is never flooding in the morning, just mud. And I found myself in a maze of asphalt machines and ran through the cabin of an asphalt paving machine. The leaves are rustling underfoot, and the dudes are standing near the South.
Prompt: Warm as in a white paradise. A little soot floats in paradise from the infected tiers, but it heats up normally. The miners are waiting to plunge into hell, as seen from the departing bus. The thread is all broken. Children are led to gardens that will soon disappear
Prompt: Well in the steppe, grass from paving stones grows. Dogs sit on the grass and eat curd tartlets. The black-haired maiden, tried to cross the road without looking around, almost crashed. People stand at Lakomka and vigorously discuss. Smells like August already.
Prompt: I came back, yesterday I thought I was going to die. But I, a tenacious creature, got up and began to move. This morning I thought I wouldn’t get up, but I didn’t get up and started running through the park. 6 the road left good emotional souvenirs
Prompt: The puddles all turned into candy, tasting of earth. Bald trees The burgundy dawn met the bald trees along the way. It’s cold without gloves, you want to drink something hot and sit in a chair. There was a chair, but alas. The GPS froze and the satellites became icy.
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