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Foggy Night

“I’m sure it was foggier that night,” you say, pondering the prints, just back from the lab, over an after dinner glass of wine. “And didn’t the street lights seem to burn brighter, hun?”

You pass the photos over to your wife, who remembers waiting around in the cold, with each breath shimmering in front of her face in the damp evening air.

She passes them back. “Nah, this is how it was.” She takes a sip of wine, half-closes one eye. “It’s exactly how it was that night.”

She points at one of the prints, knowing not to touch it by anything but the edges. “This one, it’s good. You should do something with it.”

You take a second look, happy in the knowledge that you already have.

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