On a Rainy Day in January

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On a rainy day in January, I walked around these hills hugging the Tokyo Bay. Cold, wet, and a little lost I took out my camera to save this scene. The landscape faded into an endless fog. The nearly frozen rain continued its gentle patter. The mist reached through the trees and the valleys. I had to pause.

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