"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Friday, January 22, 2010
Fog Again
I do not know what it says about me, but I have grown to love fog. Like a muffler around the neck, I could wear it every day for comfort: misty objects that recede and float into view, silence, cool air -- the shadowy seduction, all of it.
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