'Handfuls'

Fog

The fog comes
in on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

About Beth

I'm a Canadian crochet-obsessed mum living in the UK who used to make a living teaching English to teenagers. Current distractions: babies, baking and baby sign language!
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