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A face appeared in the

…Fog…

I heard a muffled

…Voice…

Calling out to me

….I…

Tasted salty tears

…But…

There was no rain

…Wait…

I hear it again

…Someone…

Calling my name

…Running…

Now stumbling, searching for

…Direction…

Exasperated I fall to the

↓Ground↓

I don’t want to be

…Found…

Right where I lay

…Let…

←Me drift away→

…Hush…

The sound is getting closer

…It’s…

Softer and demanding

…The…

Fog is touching me

…It’s…

Cold and repeatedly

…Whispering

Veeeeeeee

2:33 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014