We read poems on printed white sheets in english
Cover them with highlights
And words like freedom
Are covered in pink.
And a hundred years ago
It’s not the slashes through the timeline,
Not the practiced cursive
Spelling out names
That we must all know.
It’s the blank in between
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The fog has turned the brilliance of the sunrise into such fuzzy pastels... I would never have guessed that fog could transform a landscape like this into a new, serene beauty all its own. In fact, I'd really never thought about fog being beautiful until I came across this photo!
Thank you! I’ve really been appreciating the fog these past few mornings!
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