Fog

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The cool fog: I’ve missed it for a few days.
It comes back to me in its familiar old pattern.
Awaken and feel what settles on my skin.
No matter if heat or cold bear down on me.
I must keep open to this whimsical weather.
Nothing in what comes or leaves should keep me
hoping for change.
I stay alive only by seeing what is new.
Yesterday was new for awhile.

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