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Jun 2014
The fog,
It hangs low over the forest,
Shrouding all in mystery and whiteness
I keep expecting to see:
A panther, stalking prey
Slenderman, tentacles whipping

Who knows what mysteries abound in these shrouded woods?
All I know is that I am glad
That I am on my bus,
Safe
And sound

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