Poem – After The Fog

This poem was written as a response to the visual prompt at Northography.


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We walked the shoreline
into the thick fog.

Guided by instincts
closed eyes and the

way feet touch the ground
we fell into the fog.

Days passed as we
felt safe, held by

something we did not
know or understood.

Questions fell away
after the fog lifted.

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