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twenty-five november
ten : oh-seven p.m.
hunched over, scribbling incoherent worthless babble. sealed it up, sent it off, then looked outside.
i can hardly see across the street. the fog is so thick, i could swim in it. i stood by the window, just breathing, inhaling the clouds.
the edges are blurred. the trees and the street lamps and the buildings are all one collective haze.