Among the clouds, cobwebs and umbel.
1. I'm dipping in and out of foggy pockets. One moment, the world is grey and secretive between layers of mist; the next it's sunshine and blue sky.
2. Two icy sheets of cobweb hang aglow in the darkest part of the woods.
3. A dried umbel fuzzed with frost.
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