On a morning filled with fog,
what is reality and what is perception
become joined seemlessly
and quietly and desperately.
River Fog in the Morning
On a morning filled with fog,
what is reality and what is perception
become joined seemlessly
and quietly and desperately.
spanishwoods 
Love that image with your words.
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Thank you.
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Welcome 🙂
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Beautiful photo and poem
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Thank you!
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our minds are linked today! Oh how I love your thoughts connected with this! 🙂
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Right! Thank you Jodi.
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I love this, and I love the fog.
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Thank you. The fog can be beautiful or it can be frightening or it can be mystical or magical or cold or sometimes oppressive. It can change from day to day.
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And it becomes difficult to separate the two again. I love this foggy poem. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Eerily great, Spanishwoods.
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Thanks so much!
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Wow, I love the drama of this! Beautiful.
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Thank you very much.
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