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The mist had remained all day. Curious for April this should be so. At dawn the garden had appeared as an undersea world blue-tinged though swimming in Palma Gray. Later the town hall clock would all but disappear from view. My heart is so heavy he thought despite my resolve my good intentions How will I lift myself above this cold mist into the sunlight I know lies so near in the blue sky above? At the end of the long day so tired he could barely speak her name on the telephone as she bright with good fortune caressed the ether with her words her present laughter and her beauty hidden by distance yet visible in his memory’s last sight of her hair on the pillow asleep as he placed the glass by her bed and crept down the steep stairs
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
In the Mist
The mist had remained all day. Curious for April this should be so. At dawn the garden had appeared as an undersea world blue-tinged though swimming in Palma Gray. Later the town hall clock would all but disappear from view. My heart is so heavy he thought despite my resolve my good intentions How will I lift myself above this cold mist into the sunlight I know lies so near in the blue sky above? At the end of the long day so tired he could barely speak her name on the telephone as she bright with good fortune caressed the ether with her words her present laughter and her beauty hidden by distance yet visible in his memory’s last sight of her hair on the pillow asleep as he placed the glass by her bed and crept down the steep stairs
nigel-morgan
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
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