Praise the fog that bathes the earth,
balm for blistered land,
drink for redwoods,
relief for all who labor.
From a distance you look like eiderdown.
Close up you are but wisp and gauze,
yet you sweeten each breath
a sun-wearied creature draws.
After a Heat Wave
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Mary Camille Thomas
Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz who is grateful to make her home on the California coast once more after living internationally and on the road. She studied comparative literature at UC Davis and received a master’s degree in library science from UCLA, which gave her a way to earn a living while making a life among books. Her poetry and essays have appeared in the Monk in the World Guest Post Series, Moving Force Journal, Presence, Porter Gulch Review, Second Wind, Sisters Singing, and The New Story, and she has completed a novel called What Lies Buried about a man reckoning with his family’s Nazi past. View all posts by Mary Camille Thomas
The Kingdom of Enough 
Ahhh… Thanks so much Mary! I love this and I feel so nourished by your words!
Lea Haratani
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Thank you, Lea! Isn’t it great living in a naturally air-conditioned town?
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Love how this rings sooo true right now!
Fog IS our friend (and the redwoods’ too!)
Thank you for paying tribute to an oft overlooked blessing.
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Beautiful! With the threat of fire always on my mind during these recent summers, the fog that returns after a heat wave always feels like a tender kiss from God. Thank you Mary!
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What a beautiful way to put it! I completely agree.
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