Fields Of Grass. 

Moist grass from the morning’s dew glistens in the half-light of the sunrise. A dense fog dances across the field emerging from the trees like a line of enemies approaching with arms at the ready. 

Soldiers of mist overtake the grass and the field one step at a time. The fog rolls in leaving me alone in the silence wondering where I am. Am I lost, or have I finally been found? 

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