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I love these foggy, misty days. Everything is softer, as if life has become a Merchant Ivory film... Off in the distance, in the direction of the lake, can be heard the faint moan of the foghorn. Vague shadows indicate buildings I know quite well but which in the fog take on an air of mystery and a somewhat frightening charm. On foggy days the horizons shrink. My world is contained and easier to imagine. |
