In this nonwindiness a white fog has crawled out from the sea and onto the boulevard. It wrapped itself around a lantern, swallowed a few runners and a lonely dog. Rolled about, forming swirls, frayed a bit and diluted, only to become dense anew and hoover mid-air. The Fog by Salcia Hałas
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