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  • On a late-winter evening in 1983, while driving through fog along
    the Maine coast, recollections of old campfires began to drift into
    the March mist, and I thought of the Abnaki Indians of the Algonquin
    tribe who dwelt near Bangor a thousand years ago.

    Norman Mailer



    Fog settles in,
    like ghost-dancers,
    circling around
    the ancient pines.

    Fog settles in,
    turning the woods
    into a sumi brush
    painting.

    Fog settles in
    like smoke,
    from tribal fires,
    silk veils against
    the setting sun.

    Fog settles in
    bringing peace,
    reflection,
    sanctuary,
    and deep calm.

    Fog settles in,
    like memories
    of things past,
    like visions
    of the future.

    Fog settles in,
    carving a quiet
    space in time
    where my new life
    waits to be born.







    (Photograph by AJN in the Heart Garden Center, in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life)
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