A dense fog envelops the beach this morning, but it does not seem to impede the flight of gulls. The birds remain briefly in our field of vision then silently fly away, disappearing into the gloom of a fog bank. They (or other gulls like them) reappear later, mystical sprites, spectral in the diffused early morning light. Far offshore, a ship's horn is heard, announcing the vessel's presence in the channel. Beach walkers feel a bit disoriented, because familiar landmarks have vanished. -- Diary, winter 2015
From the diary of beach walker George Thatcher / Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
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