Inside their dark world

So I was walking along the Esplanade the other day at 5:30 a.m. for reasons I won't get into here. (All right, I set my alarm clock wrong and couldn't get back to sleep.) Morning looked like night. My dog was squinting through the darkness, wondering if his owner had gone stark raving mad. (Full article: 704 words)

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