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Morning Haze

I can barely see the building on Main Street, just four streets away, or the hills across the way from me in the early morning haze on these hot days.

One response

  1. Growing up in Florida this was such a common site for so much of the year. Not the hills mind you.. barely one of those to be found. But the stagnant, moisture-filled air hanging heavy, like a dulling wine (thank you Mozz).

    Being in SW Ohio now it isn’t a look I enjoy seeing when I peer out my window.

    July 24, 2011 at 9:13 pm

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