Written, July 31, 2026 For The Contest, “Eight By Eight" - Theme, "Fog" Sponsor: Nette Onclaud ~ 3rd Place
Fog creeps in slowly, bit by bit a tiny blur, at first it seems, to lightly cloud, yet most stands out enough to move and get around. But, woe those days as it grows thick when barely silhouettes will form! As eyes and mind become confused- there's frantic hope that it will pass.
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