Annie is
back for a break. We head out to
Point Reyes Station on a late Monday afternoon, and as we turn right at the
brindled bridge and pass over the hillcrest, we are startled by an enormous bank of dark grey fog caked onto the Inverness Ridge to the west, multiplying
its height by at least two. A thin
white band is its frosting, a sparkle of compressed sunlight.
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Yum, delicious metaphor!
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