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Thursday, April 18, 2002

Fog

This morning is thick with fog. The rooster down the street is still sleeping, but the woods are full of livelier, chattier birds. I took the wrong bus to work on purpose so I would have to walk a little more and see a little more. A bald man on a bicycle flurred out of the fog. I cut across the field. Birds somewhere in the air. They fly so close in the fog you can hear their wings whir. A spider waits just offstage, dressed as a bud among buds, while her web collects big drops.

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