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FOG THICK– A POEM IN FOUR MINUTES

A poem in four minutes fog thick that veils the August sky with gray but brightness makes me feel I’m in a spacious and a lively bubble. . . the freeway brushing sound. . . the soaring sweep. . . … Continue reading

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