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I can hear the foghorn. It pauses almost long enough for me to forget about it, and then it comes again, twice, and then more stillness. Out the window I can just make out the shoreline through the dark and mist, and then notice my own silhouette on the glass, drawing.

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Like these shadow silhouette over the darkblue!



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