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5:02 PM
And miraculously and all at once the fog retreats...runs. It looks as if a giant is sucking the whole bowl of it through a straw.
It is Spring but the incessant fog has delayed the green and everything else that should be blooming proper come May 1st. It doesn't matter when the beautiful blue frames the first peek of sunlight the city has had in weeks.
No more curfew!
Be WARY Londender, it doesn't mean that the feeling of dread has disappeared along with the fog. It also doesn't mean that shadow creatures no longer lurk in the darkest splotches. In fact. It's only gotten worse.
Things are out there waiting.
But, waiting for what?
It is Spring but the incessant fog has delayed the green and everything else that should be blooming proper come May 1st. It doesn't matter when the beautiful blue frames the first peek of sunlight the city has had in weeks.
No more curfew!
Be WARY Londender, it doesn't mean that the feeling of dread has disappeared along with the fog. It also doesn't mean that shadow creatures no longer lurk in the darkest splotches. In fact. It's only gotten worse.
Things are out there waiting.
But, waiting for what?