Contagious Fog
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This morning the air is a visible thick soup of gray that obscures the outlines of everything a few yards away.
My mental acuity is slurred into a porridge of blurry inconclusiveness. Coincidence?
I think not.
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Get it?
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Written by johnwhays
October 9, 2021 at 9:01 am
Posted in Chronicle
Tagged with blurred lines, fog, inconclusiveness, morning
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