D.O.P.-T.

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This morning I stepped outside into white fog. Apparently it came up at about 6:30 - right after I propped the door open. Then when I got home I saw an apricot tree in delicate clouds of blossoms, almost the same colour. It made me sad because the tree that would have been just in front of it, in the old lady's garden, is dead and gone.