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Ocean Mist
“Magic is afoot.” Can you taste it? In the crisp coolness of the receding mist on your tongue? Can you feel it? In the warming wetness of the melting snow? Can you see it? In the shaft of light turning common stones into jewels? Can you hear it? In the deep silence of the still water, the quiescent forest, the featureless sky? |