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Nov 2010
As i was walking closer to the river, the fog started to cover me. I hastened away and found myself standing by the water. And i saw it....

A face...
My own reflection in the water...
It looked weary, sad and afraid...
I thought to myself 'am i?'

Then i saw another face....
Another reflection appeared vaguely...

Your face...
Your reflection in the water...
Right next to mine...

I turned around and i saw nothing but the thick cold fog approaching....

You're nothing but a memory fading away...
Still i could not take my mind off you...


I looked back and the fog had covered my sight so perfectly that i could not even see my own reflection....
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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