Copyright ID # 1840706, All Rights 07/31/2026, Constance La France
Penned, July 31, 2026/ Human Written For the International Contest, Eight by Eight Sponsor, Nette Onclaud, Judged 08/05/2026
FIRST PLACE
"Fog comes like a rippling river and rolls and lingers like a stone." Quote by _Constance The morn' is a white veil of fog ~ Fog's stillness is creeping, swirling, whispering, swallowing the trees. Oh, I am lost in shifting mist . . . I feel his soft breath on my face; Fog murmurs of forgotten love, then, we are kissing lips, twirling, and like a soft sigh . . . he is gone.
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