Fogbound Streets of my Mind

It's a grim, gray, gloomy day. Drizzling rain from a faceless sky sizzles on sodden streets as school busses slink past.

Inside, time passes. I sit at my desk, chasing fleeting thoughts through the fogbound streets of my mind.

Their footsteps patter away in the mist.

And I still have a cold.

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