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photo by Donald Kinney
Some days, even at sunrise, a little fog helps.

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And some days it is difficult to discern where fog stops and clouds begin.

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And other days, the fog is just about as thick as a bowl of split pea soup.

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2 comments:
This reminds me of a poem by Carl Sandburg:
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Such beautiful, evocative photos
Thanks for that, Nancy!
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