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By 10 a.m., an early morning brume had burned off.

The sublime glassy Radnor Lake pulls in photographers from around mid-Tennessee who often arrive early enough to shoot the morning brume that rises from the lake.

As the sun brightened the brume, the baits began to defrost.

Over all hangs the cold brume of char, drifting across the water, lying still upon the decks of ships.

Then he put down the letter, went over to the dreary window, and began humming a tune called Brume, brume on hil, whose words have been lost to us in the wave of time.