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Golden Hour 25 June 2005
 
At the end of the day, when the air is light and sweet, you can find me admiring the brushwork of the "golden hour." It is the time of day when even the homeliest object is rendered beautiful. Manholes glint like fiery suns, abandoned buildings sit in glowing repose, and the bugs in the park look a bit like fireflies.

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