Off the Cliff

We have both tonight. I haven't smelled city night fog since-- I swear-- 1962, when the Grey Cup got fogged out. This was because the Grey Cup was played at Exhibition Stadium, a time I can now scarce remember. So scarcely can I remember it, I thought it was 1963, but that was Kennedy.

(There was fog in England in 1975, I'm sure, but it was London fog and smelled of... diesel, I think. Or the tube. There was mist in Japan occasionally, but I remember my classical Japanese prof explaining that fog comes down and mist rises up and Japan gets the former but rarely the latter. Which I'll believe, conch shell blowing armies in Hidden Fortress notwithstanding.)

I-have-finished-a-fic-go-me. Not dragons. Seven Samurai. Kyuuzou (that's the swordsman)/ Katsushirou (that's the kid.) And to spare you all I've used English spelling for the names which are otherwise u-heavy.
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