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Fragile strands rise from the sea
Reflecting the union of earth and sky
The delicate touch, a shroud of mist
Crawling through trees, alder and fir
Around all hills and not very high
It follows the waterways wherever they go
Dew collects on nets of silk
Sparkling brightly from as the sun rises high
The blanket recoils in the heat of the day
The haze dissipates and fades away
Just so it can come another day
Oh, Debbi, this is very nice!
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