This afternoon fog came rolling in, over the island, along the base of the mountains, fingering the highway.
Rian climbed the driftwood dunes for a ttch, searching for treasures, until the mist clouded the Self and Rian gave up the day.
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1 Comments:
Fog. Otherworldly. Landscapes move from external to internal. Lovely. Mysterious.
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