through the fog,
Good morning to you,
I woke up just before six, through the windows it was dark, dark & foggy, the only light seeming to come from the circle of Chrysanthemum starting its blooming choir in the garden.
This month has me feeling as if I am dreamwalking through the days. The leaves whispering to me, the cold grass under my feet making them run, the sky clo…
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