Misty Day

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When I woke up, the top of the hill was eroded by mist.
It looked like a ghostly sky had been lowered over the entire town. I didn't know how long it would last so I put on a blue duffel coat and luminous green shoes and went out in it. 

I walked to CoOp to get mozzarella and took some photos on the way. 


Magnolia. 

Before my phone died.

I thought I'd just be walking to CoOp and back but the mist was so alluring- I wanted to go to Perilous Point. It was a long-ish walk considering the amount of pleasure I actually derived from standing by the WARNING: CLIFF EDGE signs. I would have been more likely to die slipping on mud and breaking my neck than falling off a cliff. Some people came by and gave me a weird look as if they thought I was about to kill myself. I guess it might have looked that way- me looking over the edge on my own with a dash of pathetic fallacy.

The walk home felt too long and there was a dude in front of me singing really loud. He was either very happy or on drugs. 

Will make pizza tomorrow. 

-Radium 



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