The fog spread like wings over the steamy mountains and the valleys of the Blue Ridge Parkway and I wished I could look at the site forever. As quickly as the thought came, it evaporated like the tendrils of lifting fog. Should I see only this view every day I would never see the others I love so much, the sun rising over the ocean, the sparkling eyes o…
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