8/1/2026 for Eight By Eight Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
The road to school, obscured, clouded by something new, eerie but fun - bright voices shone through the thick fog. Oh, how we laughed at feeling lost. Now, another fog, descended, an elder now, those days are done, and one last time, before they fade, I play those voices once again.
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