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“Morning Fog”
Posted by Nana Bell on Nov 2, 2009 in My Mind unravelling
As the night slips away, a new day begins. This day is not like most, as the thick fog blankets the city, in an creepy gloom. Everything is cool, damp, and you can feel the air when your nostrils inhale. The air has a thick texture, and the aroma of molding leaves, and wet grass. You can [...]




