This morning was blanketed in grey fog, rendering everything with soft brush strokes and hazy half-imagined background scenes. The bridge to the cliffs seemed to falter as it crossed the water, as if it were imagining the land with its cheerful houses on the other side.
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I’m a big fan of fog and foghorns. Very nice.
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