Fog

Oct 5, 2015 by

The fog moved through the trees and we moved through the fog. It was as impenetrable as a wall, as ephemeral as a ghost. We were boxed in; at times we could only see one hundred feet, sometimes we could see one hundred yards.

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The Rooster

Oct 5, 2015 by

In the darkness a rooster calls for the sun.

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