I’m talking a break from my chiefly duties and taking a walk. I see the mountain tops and the thick forests I call home. The fog is thicker this morning. We have stories of people disappearing in the fog never to be seen again. I shall not wonder too far. But in a brief moment of the fog clearing. I see her. Shrouded in the mist, out of breath from running but still beyond beautiful*
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