Today was pretty good day until the evening when I got the news that a friend of mine was hit and killed by a drunk driver. I went for a walk in the field with my parents as we mourned his death together. It was an exceptionally beautiful evening, with the moon bright and close, and the cool fall ground smelled like the earth my lungs were made to breathe in. The fog hung in magnificent shroud and in places you could stand and duck to see below the fog, or jump to see over it, it sort of reminded me of an undisturbed halocline.
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