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All this foggy weather lately makes me want to be on the beach. Yes, fog on the beach is magical (see excerpt below from shiny bits).

Photo by Melanie Campbell
Before her was a blank slate, the world erased. Pale gray sky held the sun, wrapped in a shroud, only halfway above the tear between sea and sky. When she reached the dunes, a V of gulls drifted into view, searching for a resting place, and then vaporized like a ghost. Fog enveloped her and she was contained within it, separated from the world outside. (shiny bits in between, blank slate)

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