The sea mist (some call it fog) rolled in early morning and blanketed the town and all of a sudden we were living in the clouds. I could hardly see 50m in front of me: the mountain range behind my house invisible, the air like gossamer and when the sun hit it, it glistened because that’s what happens when the salt is in the sky. It was exquisite (eerie,…
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