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March 2008 
The Silence of Mist
Posted on Dec 2nd, 2006
by 
Richard
Richard
So as it turns out the fog rises from the snow all night and into the day. This morning Jackson and I stumped along amid the frozen lumps of snow and I came to the water park where in the summer children play, and there was a family, off in the field making a snow fort, their dog watching us. In the Park all the little fir cones dotted the snow, and paint ball splotches, and pee marks from the dogs. Now, at home, the sun has finally found a large enough hole in the clouds and the fog is forming, a luminous reminder of last nights moon silence. Tree branches outside my window begin to drip. The cat comes to bump me with his head, time to be fed. I feel my own hunger, now that my need for beauty has been satisfied.
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