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Word: misting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Friday late in March, a few days after Eric's experience in the cabin, the mist in New Hampshire was thick. So thick that its whiteness made it impossible to distinguish the snow-covered ground from the sky. Towering black trees, everything, disappeared into the haze...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The Ghosts of New Hampshire | 4/10/1969 | See Source »

Looking out the windshield from my cramped position in the back seat, I could see little of what lay ahead on the nearly empty highway. Sometimes, out of the window next to me, I'd catch fragments of the passing landscape--usually just mist-surrounded trees or burnt red barns...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The Ghosts of New Hampshire | 4/10/1969 | See Source »

Soon Tim and Eric pointed the way. We would walk through a dead-looking forest slope of about 100 yards to reach our destination. As we started our trek I saw little except snow and mist. I took about two steps into the forest--and then discovered that the cold ground cover below was much different from the slush I had left behind in Cambridge. My left foot sunk below the surface, and I pitched forward, dropping my sleeping bags before me and sinking into about three feet of snow. No sooner did I collect myself and my bundles, than...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The Ghosts of New Hampshire | 4/10/1969 | See Source »

...hauling camera equipment between the cars and the cabin. I didn't know what kind of ride to expect from Tim, who was silent as always, and not one for excess. So, as the ski-doo started to roar, and Tim drove off wildly--almost hysterically--into the mist, the forest, the hills, I was scared. Trees appeared out of nowhere; the cold air slapped me in the face at every turn. Soon, after a bump that sent me a foot in the air, I lost my grip and fell into the snow. As Tim went zoomnig off without...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The Ghosts of New Hampshire | 4/10/1969 | See Source »

What, Canada's Prime Minister was asked, did he want to see most in Washington? "The sun," he replied. He got his wish. Walking through the White House Rose Garden last week, he looked up as the sun broke through the mist and a mockingbird burst into song from the topmost branch of a budding magnolia tree...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign Relations: Elephant and Friends | 4/4/1969 | See Source »

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