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I woke up before the sun did. Purple darkness blotted my vision as I rolled out from under the warm comforter. The cold air seeped through my sweater the closer I padded to the window. Parting the curtains a crack, I looked out to the parking lot of the motel. Thick, greenish-white mist enveloped the pine trees and the lonely car shop across the street. It was like looking through a frosted glass shower door. Fog comes on little cat feet? More like huge tiger paws. The paws of a white tiger, looking for lost prey. Too bad for the tiger, I'm too smart to get lost.
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Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
Oregon Coast (pt.2)
I woke up before the sun did. Purple darkness blotted my vision as I rolled out from under the warm comforter. The cold air seeped through my sweater the closer I padded to the window. Parting the curtains a crack, I looked out to the parking lot of the motel. Thick, greenish-white mist enveloped the pine trees and the lonely car shop across the street. It was like looking through a frosted glass shower door. Fog comes on little cat feet? More like huge tiger paws. The paws of a white tiger, looking for lost prey. Too bad for the tiger, I'm too smart to get lost.
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Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
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