42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

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Let it fog…

I’m shrouded in gray and white. I can’t see anything. I can barely see the next traffic light, the lines in the road, the next car.
I drive very slowly because I can’t see. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly, tensely. Perhaps my knuckles are white too, but I can’t spare the time to look.
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