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THE HEAVY MIST,
DISTORTS THE VIEW..
WHAT'S THERE CANNOT BE SEEN.
MOISTURE DROPLETS,
HANG IN THE AIR..
UNABLE TO SEE CLEAR.
VISIONS BLURRED,
THE SCENE SURREAL..
ALL SHADOWS OF THEMSELVES.
THE FAINTEST OUTLINES..
ALL AROUND..
THE DISTANCE...ONE CAN'T SEE.
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MORNING MIST
MORNING MIST
