Not forty eight hours to go until Christmas Eve. It’s 10 degrees out, I’m swatting at mosquitos as I rushed out the door to capture this fog. Strange days indeed.
Not forty eight hours to go until Christmas Eve. It’s 10 degrees out, I’m swatting at mosquitos as I rushed out the door to capture this fog. Strange days indeed.

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