Until it lifts.
There was a spell here when we had fog all day for three or four days straight.
I thought it was beautiful at first. I even used it in one of my images.
I thought it was beautiful until I wanted to see past it.
Once I'd sickened of the gray, I wanted it gone.
I had to say to myself, "Wait until it lifts... And it will lift."
-L
the first time i heard the term "light chaser" my understanding of it was minimal. then i met stage lighting and it made much more sense. the world is our stage. -H.B.
day #21 assignment: today i realized...
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