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Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Mist



Today I savour
How the mist
In hollows
Muffles distant sounds.
And how the shapes
That crown the hill
Are softened
Until the midday sun
Brings gossamer trails
And whisps
To call it back for evensong.


JL Jan 9 13:31
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