Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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Something wicked this way comes.
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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Something wicked this way comes.
The fog this morning was a sight. I half expected witches stirring a bubbling brew and chanting a foreboding song...
...But gladly, the sun returned, and my day is looking up. No Acland ghost sightings yet!
1 comment:
Oh i am stealing that picture it is so good. I saw the fog this morning and wanted to take a picture... so you did it for me! YES
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