The coffee is steamy for once,
and the sun rises through a layer of gray fog
itself invisible but its light apparent.
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The coffee is steamy for once,
and the sun rises through a layer of gray fog
itself invisible but its light apparent.
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A hazy sunset
creates shadows out of trees,
ghosts of day-time groves.
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