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I walk for hours in the rain seeking the perfect moment. The precipitation lessens and clouds begin to break. Stab-lights from above illuminate a rolling wave of fog, cresting the ancient and tired Appalachians like breakers by a lazy shore. The bank cascades down the forward slope, creating a shrouded ethereal stage that teases the imagination with impossible fantasies clothed in mist. Lost in the presence of such a vista, the body becomes increasingly illusory. Just as the ties between all and self become nebulous, a raindrop permeates the natural barrier of my lashes and irritates a contact lens. I become grounded again and turn for home.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Jul 2013 23:58:34 +0000

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