The mist encircles me, envelopes me, consumes me
Oozes into every nook and cranny, into the very fiber of my being
Suffocating me, choking me, silencing me
This cold, bitter shroud
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The mist encircles me, envelopes me, consumes me
Oozes into every nook and cranny, into the very fiber of my being
Suffocating me, choking me, silencing me
This cold, bitter shroud
Great job describing the feeling you get when covered by the mist. Thanks for writing.
Beautifully descriptive…alive and surprising!