Fog over the town
A morning when the fog came up from the water and took the town apart piece by piece.
Fog came up from the water before seven and took the town apart piece by piece. Streets ended in white; a mast stood on its rock above nothing.
I climbed for a view and got one of the roofs, an orange awning, and no further. By the time I came down, the crossing was the only thing left with edges.
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