The laughter
mixes with the
fog on a chilly
autumn night,
where truth and
beauty are guardians
against the dark.
Black and white
in a world
of grey, something
to hold, something
to touch in a
world where faith
can be as scant
as day
light in the dark.
Yet they remain,
subtley present,
weaving quietly among
our fingers and our
toes, lacing us with
their simplicity.

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