Fog
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In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.
—Robert Green Ingersoll
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It was as though
The air had dreamed
Houses and steeples and trees
Out of its own shadowy substance
Fantastically
—Florence Edsall
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After fifty years of tracking clouds
I’ve become cold rain upon my life.
How odd to see the mist so clearly.
—Braided Creek
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So I'm packing my bags
for the misty mountains
where the spirits go now
Over the hills
where the spirits fly
—Led Zeppelin
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Poem: “Fog Count”: Inmates Walk from Chow
Poem: Japanese Brush-Strokes (Mist)
Fog rolling over San Francisco