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9h
Asphalt night
by red dawn’s light
descends into deepest fog.

A glimmer of bright
on the edge of sight
shimmers blue: I begin to walk.
Inspired by this photo I took in thick night fog: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lgavecz3q22j
Written by
Jack Groundhog  53/M/Potsdam, Germany
(53/M/Potsdam, Germany)   
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