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Lenten Fog



We enter now a season
that was made for fog:
         dismal and damp,
         boundaries uncertain.
We enter in with tenuous steps.

We whisper little promises to ourselves
and hope to see at end
a bright new clarity, at best,
at least, a difference.

Unsure of our direction,
yet we start -
we move toward something better,

Or less.

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