gossamer-thin

Updated: May 5, 2025

When the sea-mist rolled up steadily over Cloom like blown smoke, here opaque, there gossamer-thin, they would sally forth and tramp the spongy moors, the ground sobbing beneath their feet and the mournful calling of the gulls sounding in their heedless ears.

F. Tennyson (Fryniwyd Tennyson) Jesse - Secret Bread