Lifting
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The fog is soaking
up the dull, damp sky
as she twists and turns
in leafless lane,
then seeps with gold
as her mind unfolds
to quiet Novembers
slackened day.
A dampened face
and dampened hand
feel gentle in the golden mist,
a moistened lace
in soft, sweet grace,
the touch
of a natural kiss.
Sally Plumb
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