I have memories from my youth of the excitement at the dawn of each new day; of an anticipation at what it might bring that sent me running out to meet it. In mid-life I have memories of the uplift in spirits that came with it, a warm joy which often lasted through the day. Now, faced with such silent, passing beauty, I turn and look back, seeking the memories of similar dawns and, through them, of the places where I stood witness.
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