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What images are being presented and what senses are being appealed to?
Desolate and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor’s breast
And the harbor’s eyes.
What is Sight: fog trails and mist creeps
Sound: whistle of the boat
Smell: fog and mist
Touch: fog, mist, tears
Taste: tears