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Ground Clouds

Mist between the pavement cracks, fog patches sew the sky loosely together. Walking, talking to my self like a crazy person; it's words that do this words as thin as a damp haze words that float in a thought maze. Back home I will wring out the sponge in my head, say something to the deaf walls, listen for echoes.

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Date: 11/1/2022 11:38:00 AM
Beautiful, meaningful writing, Eric. I enjoyed this a lot.
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