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Child of the Fog

The fog of San Francisco is like a child you hold dear. It brought you many smiles and ofttimes a lonely tear. When you don't see it anymore, comlete sunlight you abhor. Fog is so much like your warm lover's sweetest kiss. And when gone, oh, how my, how sorely it is missed. Once baptized by the fog, you belong to it forever. Nothing can replace it~ no, not now, not ever! 10-8-2020 7:15pm PST

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 10/9/2020 6:23:00 AM

Evocative and quite beautifully written Panagiota. Linda

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/9/2020 11:07:00 AM

Hi again Linda, I humbly appreciate this comment. Having been baptized with fog from the Pacific Ocean, I belong to it forever. Child of the Pacific Ocean, Panagiota with love xx

Emilia James

Date: 10/7/2020 7:13:00 AM

Many see fog as a negative but love the way you have turned it into a positive, feels like a soft warm protective blanket, Emilia : ) x

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/7/2020 8:58:00 AM

Really? I love the fog and the chilly nights. You are right ...it's more like a blanket! Other Maces in thus world have fog.))) I don't know why SF fog is so great...oh, the sound of foghorns are unque Emilia. Thank you and please have a great day. Hugs, Pangie xx

Tom Cunningham

Date: 10/7/2020 1:09:00 AM

Never saw it when I was there, only seen it in pics, looks awesome. Tom

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/7/2020 8:52:00 AM

Sorry you never got to see it. But, Tom, at least you were here. Intoxicating, it is! It rolls in somewhere after sunset. I lived in the Marina, which is two blocks from SF Bay. It's so thick, the streets get wet! Thanks for the comment. Hugs, Pangie xx