A cold sea mist touches my eyes as I leave my tent rubbing my eyes

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“Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.”


–  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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