weather had sudden closed
in as mist hill country does
closed in reducing visibility
making conditions unpleasant
arms legs now mud covered
often now fatigue stumbled
a few patches of boggy ground
slipping struggling to keep balance
with rain mist mist constant falling
turns once easily followed paths
into squelchy churned up mud baths
waiting waiting to trip unsteady foot
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