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Successive layers of mist
Slowly rise to greet us
We, the exhausted
Half insane from lack of sleep
yet unable to sustain our indifference
to the unfolding awesome beauty
A multi-layered mist
set against an awakening Sun
An incomprehensible ghost-dance
Shifting hues of soft light play upon our tired eyes
We drive slowly our breaths shallow and silent
for fear that the spell be broken and the mist disperse
Disperse like a forgotten dream.
Stephen Goodfellow
 
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