A week ago, we awoke to a silvery fog pressing against every surface.
“Look, baby,” I said to our son as he emerged rumpled and foggy-headed from a heavy slumber. “It’s foggy today.”
He walked to the back door, and I noticed his hair shone like sunshine and the gray light outside emp…
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