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Fog transforms the world into an alien landscape. It makes you feel like you’re dreaming. Tonight, the night sky looked like it was on fire.

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It’s been chilly/gray/rainy since yesterday. This is my kind of weather, not swamp weather. I need to go north.

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This scene is warm and inviting in a way that isn’t. Like it’s faking it. I know what that’s like, because I don’t feel things, so much as act the appropriate outward effects of those feelings as best as I can. I don’t really feel happy, but I don’t get angry either.

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