Day 6 .. a north wind blows.
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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.
Misty
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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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็ฟๆฅใๆใฎๅทใใ็ฉบๆฐใๅธใ่พผใใ
ๅฐ้ขใฏๆๆงใช้ฐๅฒๆฐใซๅ ใพใใฆใใ
็งใฏ่ฆ็ฅใใฌ่จชๅ่ ใฎใใใซใ้งใฎใใใฃใๅฐ้ขใ่ธใฟใใใ
่ฆๆ ฃใใชใๅ ดๆใงใใใใฎใใใซ
ใพใใงใใใซๆฅใใใจใใชใใใฎใใใซ
- ใใใผใปใฉใคใณ
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