Journal 6 hand back

Journal 6 hand back

Journal 6

Journal 6


This morning’s fog shrouded Melbourne with a fairytale blanket, as we drove to breakfast; buildings, cars and people suddenly appeared out from nowhere, looming large then receding again once we’d passed them, disappearing quickly back into the fog. It gave the city a magical quality, things constantly shifting in and out of vision.

Once breakfast was done, we drove across town to collect Journal 6. The Inscriber was at home today, working on projects so it was easiest to drop by their house. It was a flying visit, not even time for coffee, but we stayed long enough to be investigated thoroughly by the Inscribers curious, if elderly, boxer.

We left with Journal 6 carefully slipped into my bag and literally covered in dog fur.

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