Somehow in the weird weather combination of strange wind that moved only the British flag while leaving the American flag untouched along with the dense fog, I apparently was transported to … could it be the Land of Oz? Perhaps this is where the Horse of a Different Color lives … in a field not too far from the Emerald City. Thought I heard at least one horse through the heavy fog. Didn’t see any Yellow Brick Road, but something felt like a familiar adventure, so I followed that instead.
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