White-cossack : When the Mist comes Ashore

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Thursday, June 1, 2006

When the Mist comes Ashore

You can feel the air cooling as evening comes on, when the sea mist gathers in cool white fingers, curling over rocks and shore, swirling white and silent about the Sitka Spruce, like a lover's hand entwining in your hair. Slipping past the black stone beaches and silent sea grass, climbing the... Sign in to see full entry.

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