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The sun is hidden behind the fog and nothing is visible. Drops of dew fall from the trees. The leaves fall off and rustle pleasantly underfoot. The janitor sweeps them up, the new sneakers handle the trails well. Spike 4 mm. This is good. I flew somewhere into the park under the leaves and jumped out through the fog to a floating traffic jam.
