"It was foggy in the harbor the next morning, one of those thick early autumn fogs that always hovers on the verge of rain. As they were loading the horses, Garion glanced up and found that he could see no more than a few feet up the masts of the ship they were boarding." (Eddings 75) When I read this I visualized the ship rocking in the water with a heavy oppressive fog blanketing everything around me.
— Nov 18, 2019 11:28AM
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