Prompt: Meeting the dawn, in the dark in winter on the longest nights is cool. You run through the darkness and accidentally see a Christmas tree decorated with garland beads stretching into the dark spots of the park. Everything is ready for the evening arrival of the truck. The holiday is coming to us
Prompt: I run in blue flowers, across the flower field. Under the rays of a bright and beautiful sun. Weedy grass in the fields and steppes looks great in the city when it's all in bloom. The dogs nearly ate me. But I yelled at them and that's it. End. The finish was good.
Prompt: In many places the lights are turned off, you are running in the dark. I think who will hit you faster, you or the car. When you go into the courtyards, on the contrary, you find yourself in quiet and well-lit places. Nobody sells copper early in the morning, so it smells even fresher.
Prompt: I got frostbite in the garages and was sick for 2 whole days. I have recovered now and run past the ozone store. The whale, not understanding the fuss, meowed while sitting by the porch. Someone threw a piece of a broken mirror from heaven. You can look into your scary face.
Prompt: Not synchronized, an anomaly in the wild forest must have happened. It magically stops cars and slows down time. There is a traffic light in the middle. The police are on the lookout for squirrels and mice and people to throw fines
Prompt: The sea border guards let a dolphin into the coastal zone, but, like typical sailors, I did not go to the seething mountains to board the ship, but ran on land to the sand. Ran from one recreation area to another.
Prompt: The bird from the descendants became a peacock, generally turned into fluffy fluff on the woodpecker's breast and led to the milky spiral to the north pole of Andromeda. There we ran across the ice and stuck a little in snowdrifts, and after that, without the Caspian Sea, qr made plans in the Spoon.
Prompt: I met frost along the way. All branches and trees are covered with snow. And the tree was thrown into the trash, big green needles. She should have stood until the end of January, but they got rid of her at once. The traffic lights are all red. Alas. Tactfully flew along a narrow track. Back to the kingdom of houses.
Prompt: Roads steam after the rain. Like in a bath. The first leaves begin to turn yellow and fall off. The men are sitting with a bag. Got a big bag. 56 passes with a universal rumble. The dog sits on the pavement and just waits for him
Prompt: There are frosts on Uranus, and rivers flow from underground ice sources. A long one in the cold turns a runner into a snowman, and essentially freezes his eggs. The police are at their posts, the roads are completely dead. Toothless woman said run for me. Some kind of m Dick yelled in the cold, and the aliens set up an unidentified fence.
Prompt: Yesterday there was a moral recovery, today a physical one. While the days are warm, you need to run in shorts. Broom marks, already the first signs of September roll into the general atmosphere.
Prompt: Along with the next wave of snow, which will definitely melt, the speed came, as well as the installers turned on the lights in honor of this event. The street light covers the Moon behind the clouds, making it difficult to see. The cars have started to warm up for the first time. Finished unexpectedly, scaring a passerby
Prompt: Beauty on the street, snow on the branches, in some places you want to sit on a chair, of which there are many and drink coffee. On the other hand it is very humid that the giraffes suffocate on the air. People walking along the entire path almost caused an accident in which you could twist your leg.
Prompt: Babylonian pandemonium stands on the first hundreds. The people will not fully advance. But then, it’s good to run and fly across the free white fields. A man with a shovel was talking to some Vovan.
Prompt: Fresh buns of bread are delivered to shops. The bread is delicious, if there are sausages with butter. Anyway, on such fatal dreams, I fell on the ice with a bang and very painfully. Cars are in a traffic jam, and 3 janitor girls are considering women's affairs.
Prompt: The rooks were frightened in a panic, they say that snow fell in these parts. But the snow was great, the real winter came. It's been 4 months of winter and everything is fine. Shovels are ready for battle, and girls with backpacks stomp to school, under the background of tangerines flashing from shop windows.
Prompt: Yellow leaves and green leaves, as well as red leaves. All this is lush autumn, red autumn. Deep puddles need to be cleared out, so you slow down. You make tracks in the mud, and occasionally the next one follows.
Prompt: Today is Independence Day, it will probably be a nice sunny day, but while I was running in the blueberry sunrise, I looked at everyone around me. There is not enough Tawelsyzdychny mood, the flags are not hanging.
Prompt: Near the fence there is a sofa in an upright position, a tired person can sleep standing up in the fog enveloping his whole essence. The headlights of the car flicker like traces of a monster in a milky fog. The man is marching from the real, probably waiting for the order of the donerka chef, who slowly wraps it up to the songs. Owners open store
Prompt: Spring very accurately shows who littered where. Somewhere there are bags full of garbage, somewhere there are bags of chips and milk. Somewhere cigarettes with painted crayfish and impotence. The ambulance flew forward in this gray darkness.
Prompt: Beautiful and big sun. It fries the snow with its positive mood, which melts and burns. Makes children freckles and pleases. People are actively walking along the asphalt, and objects are being exchanged near the fence drenched in the sun
Prompt: Life prepares for obstacles. On the road along the way, someone broke the bottles and drew the texts upside down with crayons. It was necessary to run and read the ciphers of the secret society. Coming out of this rut went to the rays of the bright sun.
Prompt: A man in a leather jacket spat, and then the sun and the earth began to shine brightly. The swamp chill came from the places where there are puddles and mud. Let's reap with a sharp turn, showed a dusty city in the distance. The plugs are in the same place.
Prompt: Everything develops and everything moves. People in jeans, children on scooters and joggers run. True slowly, but in the park they are immeasurably. Sweet clover has opened its petals and is waiting for the moment when the bees collect nectar from it.
Prompt: August smells like sour grass. In some century, they decided to change the ancient Soviet asphalt. There are crowds of running people in the park and not one bike. Grass breaks through paving stones.
Prompt: And the wind rustles sweet grass, with a sour smell, it shimmers in the wind, ringing with lead seeds. They make a sensation on the trail and dig curbs along with the asphalt. Yogis levitate.
Prompt: In a white, white fog. In a festive frenzy, we solemnly celebrated another Sunday. Let's run. Tatiana Krasnova and Georgy KoGeB were with us, and Marina also went on foot to explore. And then a 200% charged runner Vladimir MANOWAR78 appeared. There is only one minus. Satellites in the air do not catch anything. It’s a little scary, but the Uzbeks are to blame for this. Pilaf is cooked in a satellite.
Prompt: Torches are burning on the streets to illuminate the path to the torch. The monks had already extinguished some of the torches. And some are still burning energy-saving ones. I meet the dawn in the clouds above. In fact, I won't see it. Yes. But they are actively collecting papers and disruptions around the area, and janitors are collecting them after the next evening.
Prompt: Summer mood, children are delighted in the park and playgrounds are opened for them. A strange booth has been set up to host a Benny Hill show in the park with bears and donkeys. The fluff flies and falls into puddles.
Prompt: I ran a joint workout alone. No one. No football players, no people, no runners, just me. Sunday is boring without you. Come already, I always wait on Sunday.
Prompt: The rain has passed and the play of the sun floods the leaves of the trees, and it’s also Saturday and the park is evenly packed with people. The meat department is ventilated and people enter it. On the paths, streams of yesterday's puddles are visible. Card battles have already begun in the morning.
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