Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Cliche

As David and I were walking home through the park tonight a thick mist rose up from the ground and swirled around us.  It was as thick as a veil, and blurred everything in the distance.  

The setting sun in the west turned the trees into eerie black silhouettes. 

It looked . . . like a place where vampires might lurk. 

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