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the feel of the moors


the moors and fells allow me to
forget about reality as i immerse
myself in their natural beauty
feeling their watery vines creep
into my shoes, getting under my
socks, penetrating my skin with
their icy cold fingers, letting me
become a part of the moors,
hearing their voices through my
skin, feeling the breath of the
moors in my soul as it gives me
life where previously i had none

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The Autistic FellRunner

I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site.

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