Another misty day at the edge of the world, looking over into nothingness where a view once was. Cool! I love the mystery, who knows what is really happening inside the fog? Reality may shift and morph to suit itself while nobody watches; imagine the freedom for the fog faeries and sprites of the air as they dance and show their true shapes, hidden in an opaque envelope of mother of pearl air.

‘Mother of pearl’, don’t you love that phrase? I can see my hand in front of my face, but it shimmers in this iridescent water crystal air.

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