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| 11/24/22 Maple Leaf neighborhood |
Thanksgiving morning dawned in a deep fog. As I prepped for
the day, I watched it get thicker and thicker. By late morning, the sun was making
a valiant effort to burn it off, and I saw a strange effect: I could barely see
across the street, yet the fog right in front of the sun must have thinned enough
for shadows. Even as I finished the sketch, the fog dissipated, and the rest of
the day was clear and bright.
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