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mist in jamison valley
for a moment there is a break in the mist,
grey-green outlines of mountains emerge,
steep cliffs and a waterfall,
yet moments later
the valley brimful with mist again —
I remember that there was some rain last night:
now the moon pales and loses face completely,
as the sun jumps through the clouds
and everything is as it had been before:
the old boots are still dreaming
and my feet feel at home —
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