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The Moors of Pinehurst

Before sunrise, I walk outdoors. I love to trek across what are known as "moors”. It is early, and there is not much light. However, the little bit shows me all is right. Here, tiny droplets of dew make it foggy. I awaken from my sleep and feel a bit groggy. Nevertheless, I place one foot in front of the other. Perhaps there is something new I will discover. I tread through the territory with camera in hand. Discriminatingly, I take shots of the land. Therefore, I have pictures taken early in the day. Here on this website, I place them on display.

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