fogwalk

by waxnwings

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The last couple days during the return to my native Cornish village, Lanust, I find it overrun by fog.

I once tripped balls on hand-picked mushrooms on that swing.

There used to be sand where there is now rubber foam.

Where there was once homeliness there is now an overwhelming sense of useless nostalgia.

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