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Gazing through the gloom

December 10, 2022 It seems it's been this way forever, foggy mornings and soggy days in various hues of grey, with only fleeting patches of blue. Since we're still on the darkening side of the winter solstice, the cloud cover accelerates the early dimming of light. The mercury is unseasonably high even for the South… Continue reading Gazing through the gloom