Morning shroud
Cloaks the familiar
Makes mysterious the common
Streets transform into paths of ghostly apparitions
Monstrous forms materialize
Luminous eyes share
Through gloom

About Andrew

I'm a Christian, American, liberal, geeky, thoughtful, Northwest-transplanted Angeleno husband, father, and pundit who writes about anything he can think of.
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