We're so used to the haze now that it's second nature. It comes and goes, so do we. We're so hazy we can't tell whether it's haze or mist veiling the mountain tops. What the heck, our lungs are filled with smog but we have to carry on with life. I'm still keeping my mask handy in my handbag.
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