I went walking this morning before dawn. The gibbous waning moon was thoughtful behind a thin veil of clouds. A finger of mist hurried by me, seven feet off the ground and not much larger than a family car, but it was on a mission. I took one of my longer routes, but widdershins in lieu of my usual deosil path, then left the path anyway to
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