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This web page douglasdewey.blogspot.com states the following, "Flecks of spittle fling from my lip." We saw that the webpage said " Every blink smears a foggy sheen on tired retinas, receding ever more reluctantly." It also said " Ninety minutes in and sodden feelings begin to seep through cape, jacket, skin. I look at nothing but see much, flitting past in peripherals. Damp fields, the drip from a hawthorn branch gliding downwards, impossibly slow, as I slither past. Profiles of faces in cars, warmer than mind but pale, lifeless."