Meet Me at Mary's Place

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The fog outside the window glows in the moments before dawn. The sun will soon rise, but I won’t be able to see it. The fog is so thick that the river, 80 yards or so from me, is lost in the mist. I laid my sleeping bag here last night so I could watch the sunrise through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but now I might as well get up.

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