Lifting the Fog
Sitting before the mountain bare
A single thread, the clear stream runs cold
Until the mists had cleared the air
And the grey peaks their heads unfold
White clean snow floating like a dream
Uncovering and flowing like cream.
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Date 12-23-13
Fifth Place win
Contest: One in Five by Andrea
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