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Originally Posted by DanaC
Everything was white and grey. Skeletal trees, which yesteday had seemed so shockingly stark against the white, were wraithlike and indistinct; branches bleeding into the fog, like they were a part of it. Villagers, muffled and faceless, appeared and disappeared like spirits. Even the houses seemed insubstantial; fading within moments of passing. A ghost village. We are here and then we sink back into the fog.
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Wintry Brigadoon.
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The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.
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