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| Each morning has its own personality at the Golden Gate Bridge. The fog rolled in behind the Bridge and covered the San Francisco skyline. At sunrise the fog turned purple as the sky turned gold. Jimi Hendrix wrote a song named purple haze...lately things they don't look the same. Each day is new at the Golden Gate Bridge. |
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