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Jan 2017
It was the kind of fog that makes you wonder if you're gonna be able to breathe when you open the door.

It was the kind of fog that makes you ask yourself if your glasses prescription is really strong enough.

It was the kind of fog that makes you speculate if your headlights are going to be sufficient to get you to work.

It was that kind of fog, and that kind of night.

So I sang.
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
(21/F/the forest)   
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   Amethyst Fyre and nivek
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