Sunsets may win the cliché prizes, but I love the dawns here in Northern New Mexico (less so, perhaps, when I find myself scraping hoar frost off the car so that LucyFur can go to the vets to have her teeth looked at. All well). In truth, I always find myself proclaiming that every season here (apart from windy dry late March, and the heat of early July before the monsoons arrive) is my absolute, absolute favorite. But I suspect, if I had to choose one, it would be winter.
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