Wednesday, June 22, 2005
> the gentle mist
"as the mist engulfs the entire mountain-ridge, the beautiful and majestic lush hills, that seem to stretch to eternity, disappears into the milky-grey cloud; that has become one with the sky ...the mist goes where the wind blows, carrying them over mountains, over trees, over homnes, into rooms and the people's hearts ... relentless mist ... inforgiving fog ... fog of sin ~ engulfing our body
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