The day began with heavy silent secret fog....chilling. Who knows what ghouls were out and about. But then the sun appeared and it went on its way in rolling waves of indecision.
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| fog heading out |
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| fog rolling back in |
Looking together in the same direction.
Sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't drift apart.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems (1916) "Fog"
The day began with heavy silent secret fog....chilling. Who knows what ghouls were out and about. But then the sun appeared and it went on its way in rolling waves of indecision.
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