I photograph the fog. stooping. A passerby walks by, also bends over and asks, “What are we looking at?” “The fog,” I say. “Oh,” says the passer-by. “I thought there was something beautiful to see.” “Fog is also beautiful.” “Yes that is true.” We stooped a little further.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of 15 June 2022
