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The Light
       
     
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  “It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog.  It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.”     Eugene O'Neill - Long Day Journey 's Into Night
       
     
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England
       
     
The Sun
       
     
The Sun

Winter 2016

Fog
       
     
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2015

Inside The Fog
       
     
Inside The Fog

“To feel free, create a fog around yourself! And how can you do this? Be silent! When you are silent, people will not notice you much! You will be invisible, you will be inside the fog!”  

Mehmet Murat Ildan

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The Edge Of Consciouness
       
     
The Edge Of Consciouness

“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.”  

RAYMOND CHANDLER -The Big Sleep

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Winter 2015

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  “It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog.  It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.”     Eugene O'Neill - Long Day Journey 's Into Night
       
     

“It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog.  It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.”  

Eugene O'Neill - Long Day Journey 's Into Night

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'A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.'  

RUDYARD KIPLING - The Light That Failed.