I woke before dawn and walked to the meadow at the valley’s edge, drawn by some intuition I couldn’t name. The air hung thick with moisture, and as the first grey light touched the eastern sky, I realized the entire valley was filled with fog – a solid white mass that erased all detail, turning the familiar landscape into abstraction. I found a boulder at the meadow’s edge and settled there to wait, though I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for.
The fog felt alive so...
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