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There was the fog and the field over which the fog floated. There was the restless rustling of twisty-tangled bare brush between us and the fog and field. There was the melancholy mist-muffled descant of a mourning dove, and the subsequent stillness as time stopped.
And stayed stopped.
Stopped. Still.
And then the doleful dove. And the bare brush, and again the field and the fog.
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