This is the season where each session is like one of those advent calendars. You've only got so much time between the sunrise and the moment you gotta be back in the car, heading back home. Pop open those little perforated windows... one, two, three, four if you're lucky. This morning was like that. Out and in, three in the bag. Fun, chest to shoulder high lefts, rolling from the depths of the east.
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