fog and cobblestones

rounding the corner

and it is revealed

the hills slouching toward the ocean

and the fog it has arrived today

to meet her there

in private intoxicating moments

his presence fills her nostrils

and stands the hair on her skin upright

so heavy each drop upon this brow

through dew the grass becomes silver

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Front-End Wiz and Full stack developer

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