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There’s only one thing I love as much as Rusty, and that thing is this. Fog. Cloudcover. The general inability to see further than 10 feet ahead of you. Its scary and clostraphobic and yet it isn’t anything more than water in the air. Its beautiful. It puts the world just out of reach, and barely within sight. Its like being swallowed by nothing, in a very safe way. I could ramble on about how fog makes me feel, but nobody wants to hear that. I have said enough.