Morning haiku

Feb 7, 10:06 AM

Fog from far away
darting its tongue in and out
cut by blades of grass

I am not close to tears right now but I still remember that we were and are so close (to the edge or not) and that it was you and me who stayed and stay so close when we got each other. One day, we’re gonna get high :)

Hannah

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