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Fog

Drifts in from the west –

Long, grasping fingers

Meanders between buildings and trees –

Dazed and drunk off pints of cold air

Wets the tongue and urges for more –

A late-night bender gone far too long

Quiet grays the world around us –

Where we doze under the blanket of fog.

– Written by Miss A on August 10, 2012

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About 365 Things to Write About

I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.

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