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WHITE FOG, by                    
First Line: Spreading ever outward with curved fingers
Last Line: Through the ether.
Subject(s): Fog; Silence; Haze


Spreading ever outward with curved fingers
A white mist envelopes the universe—
All motion ceases,
All thought is hung suspended—
Sound is hushed, and bodies
Float in deathly silence
Through the ether.





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