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I found a graveyard with no name, an overgrown, neglected place, forgotten dead, such a shame. A fall from public grace, where do we lay the blame?
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A nacreous mist moved through the trees, creeping, swirling, shifting, softening the edges of all it touched, to envelop every surface in a moist and languid embrace.
Eerie phantoms came to life, to caper in the sluggish, serpentine advance, in almost windless air, tricking the eye and brain, to lap at the edge of imagination and create entities that had no substance. |























































































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