The Fog. I am not here. In the splintered moments of yesterday, I was held in your arms. I did not know what to do, what to say or feel. Since we last met, a great change has taken place. Inside me, the very essence of who I am and who I will be. Something...
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The Fog. I am not here. In the splintered moments of yesterday, I was held in your arms. I did not know what to do, what to say or feel. Since we last met, a great change has taken place. Inside me, the very essence of who I am and who I will be. Something so precious, so gentle but so very hard. But I had to do it, for both of us. As we travelled the land, back to Avalon, the world took on a strange, surreal guise; gold and green dancing through my eyes, into my head to mingle with my own private thoughts of you. Yesterday haunted me like the re-runs of a bad dream, to wake with tears soaking his shoulder. I cried a little as we travelled, he did not see me. I did not really want him to. He has been through enough. The haunting stayed me for a few days. It filled me with the fog, in my eyes, my mind, and my emotions all tossing me into a tormented sea. For these last days, hoping the fog would leave me. But leave me where? Below me little fishes flicker at my feet. Above me, blue sky
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