When you peel the veil of fog from away from your face,
letting the sun warm it from the cold,
dense air,and damp wetness,
come talk to me of far away places,
deeds that have long been done,
and the many mysterys of the world,
I do not know,can hardly imagine.
I want to hear, I will listen.

by Alexa Carpenter
 
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