Took Fury for a late-afternoon stroll on the beach at Smith Point. It was foggy, getting foggier by the minute. Big waves, hardly visible behind the first breaker. Not much sand. Very few people around, just footprints going one way.
Fury ran after a stick. Twice. Then didn't want to play any more.
She kept barking at things that were not there... spirits hidden in the fog.
Spooky.
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