The Gloaming by PullingCandy
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The Gloaming

by PullingCandy in Nature

A vagueness comes over everything,
as though proving color and contour
alike dispensable: the lighthouse
extinct, the islands' spruce-tips
drunk up like milk in the
universal emulsion; houses
reverting into the lost
and forgotten; granite
subsumed, a rumor
in a mumble of ocean.

Fog by Amy Clampitt.

March 15th, 2011, sunrise.

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