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Protected by a wall of mist holding oh so steadily

Ran my fingers through it as if strumming a guitar

Chancing a peek into the other side

Feeling only a music as it chimes a tune

Tapping my foot, steadying my gaze

As I twirled and twirled and twirled into the great divide.

*Inspired by the foggy, low visibility conditions this morning*

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