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Truth is the torch that gleams through the fog without dispelling it.

Visions in the Fog


Things are not what they seem

In the fog

They are hidden and removed

Two twin doors of death

Pierce the veil

Items are intangible

Reach out, it’s not there

Hauntings of mass graves

Surround you

The air seems harder to breathe

Over bridges and through forest

Trees appear out of nothing

The green halo hovers above your head

Quickly turning to red

Thinning out here

Can you see there?

And as it all dissipates

You are transported back

The curiosity and wonder

Of the morning gone

Dissipated, just like the fog.


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Taken on August 28, 2009