This photo shows fog over the ocean and small islands in the San Juan Islands in Washington. The fog formed during cool temperatures in the early morning and is beginning to disappear.
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Image Courtesy of Amy Hatheway
Fog, a poem by Carl Sandburg
The little fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
- by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967, American poet)
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