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the musky haze quite normal in these days of sitting in the cold morning fog thinking of the spring and frogs croaking in a shady stream they are right now in hibernation but come rain their silent ululation will announce that the fog has been overtaken by smog in the death by city dream. |
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| Cicero | It has begun. | 020627 |
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| jordie |
I like cutting through the gossamer fog on those special days - with the tires of my Jeep. I always imagine the sheets of haze fluttering softly above the pavement, hiding the bugs and for some reason it gives me a good feeling. I like its personality. Fleeting but impressive. Sort of like my relationships. Cut through them with the tires of my Jeep. |
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