From my window.. I see.. faded trees... within the fog.. that drapes the sky... Beyond that.. I can not see... only gray.. that greets my eye... I know the sun.. is up.. and beyond... trying to push its way clear.. to shine... It waits for the wind.. to carry the fog... to another place in time... Trapped in the midst.. of temporary mist... I keep a perspective view... I will see the sun.. in its glory shine... into beautiful clear skies of blue.Birth sign: Not entered
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