Up in the Peak, we drove through thick mist. We could hardly see what was beyond a few feet ahead of us. We were like traveling in heaven and touching clouds. I imagined the mist smelled with a scent of white roses. It must have a taste of fullness whatever that taste be. Inside my mind was a sound of breaking through wind as we entered into the mist. The sight was a total beauty.
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