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Poem 155: mist

I love the way mist hovers in the rims of the hills
Long after it has seemingly disappeared
From its origins in the deep valleys.

It dangles freely there, no agenda to fulfill. Just waiting for
Sun to hit it and change its being
Into something completely new.

~ by Stan Stewart
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