Is what they call this sort of thing.
Which happens a lot around here.
On misty mornings
When the fog seems to get trapped between the hills.
Like candy floss.
Or as they call it in America.
Cotton candy.
And when the weather's as humid and thundery as we've been having, it seems, since the beginning of the summer.
The western New York valleys, regardless of health warnings, are smoking more than ever.
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