21/9/10
There's a strange of eeriness about the fog in the mornings. The way it just hovers there, glistening in the sun, as if waiting for something to appear, or happen. Yet it always waits at the water's edge, not daring to face the unkown of tyhe hidden depths. Then as if it was never there in the firts place, it disappears into nothingness leaving a bright, colourful mornin, fresh and crisp from nature's oven.
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It was really foggy one morning and as we went over the Sheppey Crossing on the way to school, it looked really eery and I just had to write about it, so what did you think?
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RandomA few pieces that I wrote at school and wanted to share and some pieces that are just random. Full stop.
