grey whiteness of fog against
still invisible ridge
sound of birds chirping from
branches in foreground
made when felt figure with a few
strokes of the pen
those who turned away from self
the sense of saying
just when we thought it was worst
things get worser
who is it can say I am at the
worst then ever I was
grey whiteness of fog against top
of shadowed ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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