Bed-Stuy Brooklyn; Hart St. & Throop Ave.In the wee hours of an icy precipitous day in Brooklyn, the sun stood idle behind a think sea of cloud cover that created a deep diffusion, allowing hardly any light to permeate through the frozen waterfall in the sky. In the mask of darkness and reveal of powder blanket, everything disappeared. As the earth continued on with its turn-and-twist, the light prevailed. We slowly moved towards the door with laced boots and hit the covered walks and thoroughfares.
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