Church bells are ringing out in the distance
A slight breeze starts to blow
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The wind catches signs for an art exhibit
They bang against the poles which hang them
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I am walking down this deserted street
To my left, the city, swallowed in fog.
To my right, the bay, still shining in the sunlight
I am walking between the two
It is neither light nor dark
But I know no matter how fast I walk
The fog will always catch me
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