382: Haze

382: Haze 

Misty clearings, cold nips of air, muffled voices, a light zephyr. Progressing through a lake in a glass boat, silently weeping, wearing glass-stained shoes. A dead elm tree looms ahead. Lost loves, broken dreams, forgotten promises. Dusty cobwebs, lonely women, torn dresses-

 

~ Serendipitous

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