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Caught the tail end of the sunrise, feet wet with dew and hating my crappy tripod all the way.
I’ve been so down for such a long time, trying to fight my way out of this funk (or ignore it) that sometimes I catch myself wondering if I’d even recognize joy if I found it.
Stepping out at 3 am, I saw it on a misty field; running down a trail between the junipers; slowly lapping against a grassy shore.
