rolling fog

sitting on top of the world literally and figuratively looking over a valley so gorgeous i wasn't even sure it was real sitting next to a girl i barely knew whose smile warmed the chilled air around us i watched the rolling fog form and disband shapes taking my thoughts with it a moment so pure it will stay frozen in time not even the rolling fog could sweep away the memory of a simple, silent moment spent with the beautiful girl that i barely knew

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