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A gentle fog
All embracing
The world is small
And grey
The walls are softened
By dewdropped cobwebs
And shining thistletops nod
Heavy with sleep.
Theres always a place
Where the light finds me
The shape of a Heron,
Furled, flying low
Crossing my orbit
A pipit peeping
Over the wall
A shaft of silver morning light
Shining on me
A shadow in the mist
Smiling.

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