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I hate winter. One of my least favorite things about it is how dark it is, and how dreary. But one thing I've realized this year is that although the light is fleeting in the winter here, it is absolutely stunning when it comes. It is hard, and brilliant, and without all the green filters and humidity haze that it has in the summer. It is pure and golden in the mornings, and this morning it called to me and I just had to try to capture it.