Misty

Day 6 .. a north wind blows. 

Good morning. ☕️💐🌨 

Misty, is a poem about alienation. Modern life allows people to move from place to place as little as effort possible. And when they looked back, it was no longer the same place, and neither were they.

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Misty

The next day, I breathed in the cold morning air.

The ground was veiled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

I stepped on the misty surface, like an unknown visitor. 

As if here is, to me - unfamiliar

As if I've never been here

- Michie Lyne

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霧深い

翌日、朝の冷たい空気を吸い込んだ

地面は曖昧な雰囲気に包まれていた

私は見知らぬ訪問者のように、霧のかかった地面を踏みしめた

見慣れない場所であるかのように

まるでここに来たことがないかのように

- ミチー・ライン

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Photo, Michie Lyne