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[geami]

You know of the fog but you flee inward. Fear is a strange planet, but I see you coming from the opposite sidewalk, all your light stealing that of noon. Not asphalt but a foot on the sand and all the wind of the world brings whispers of you. What purpose does love serves, what strange essence nourishes its arrival, so that a tune becomes an

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[goshgolly]

there was fog so thick this morning i couldn't see across the street

[rather_reticent]

That's funny, it was here as well!
Must have been in the air...
and here's "A" en-capturing us all in his words..

[goshgolly]

he's good at that.