Walls of mist crowd in from the ocean,
bring the outer edge to my garden gate,
fog lowers the sky dome, lowers the light,
plum branches hang down.
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there is such a peaceful quality to your writing - I always feel as though I have just come in from a walk in the countryside, refreshed and reminded that the world is so much bigger and more mysterious than we imagine
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