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The stillness of the fog

slowly creeping

up upon the

tree tops.

The moaning of the

buoys bustling

in the

sea.

The haziness of the

forests floors,

and the

water vapor hovering

over the water,

shortly

spraying a loon that

has passed by.

A sky so

dark

with the backdrop of the

trees, so gloomy and

mysterious,

slowly

mixing in with the

mustiness of

the fog.

The mildew on the grass

that sits on the settled

slits of greens after

a long foggy

night.

The cold air jumps around

the sky like a dancer,

dancing in the

night.

The fog is so thick, that

the twinkling of

the stars are

hidden,

like rocks below the water.

The sea glimmers in the

night, then glows

when dawn hits.

The moon is full

tonight, but is

hidden by the

fog and the

the trees.

The

fog thickens, drowning out the sound

that the little creatures of the forests

makes. The sun is creeping up,

leaving a sympathetic

reflection on the

water, and

the

Branches, high

up in the

trees.