The mist cascaded down the hillside
Like a maiden’s
hair
Tumbling onto her
shoulders
The bare branches
of the birch trees
Pierced though the
mist like fingers
Reaching up to the
heavens
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Sunday, 18 August 2024
AUTUMN MORNING
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