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10/28/22 at 04:18AM
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She rose from the mist
covering the pond.
A whisp of heavy air,
starting long,
rising slowly,
from a Fall breeze.
Chills in the air,
shaking of knees,
afraid was I,
needing to run.
There I stood
rooted, as if a tree,
knowing something
was coming.
Coming for me.
