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Through the Fog of Morning

Through the fog of early morning I walk through lands unfamiliar to me.

I feel the moisture wrapping around me like a cold blanket.

I’ve been here for months. I’m not sure if I’m staying because I want to remain or because I’m not ready to go home.

I think about what waits for me there and the idea of leaving leaves my mind.

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