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This morning, driving into work, it was foggy outside. I love the fog. It makes the world soft and mysterious, magical. It's like there's a secret just beyond the mist and if I didn't have to go to work, I could go looking for it and discover something wonderful. Of course, I had to go to work . . . Writing Stuff: 198-days to a you-weren't-a-winner-but-please-play-aga Words: 1000. Chug-a-chug-a. Into the climax with part of the denouement written. The story is clear in my mind. Less than 1K to go. Perhaps I can finish it tomorrow? 500/day
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