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Wednesday November 24 2010
The air is sharp and cold: -1*F at dawn. It singes your nose and burns your lungs as it goes down; your fingers and toes start to sting as the feeling goes out of them.
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A red-tailed hawk waits in a tree above the creek for the golden rays to warm him before he begins his hunt for breakfast.
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The languid horses wait for the sun to crest the ridge, to melt the light blanket of ice on their coats.
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The sun comes and Jose naps in the warmth.
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