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Western Massachusetts, USA

It's a perpetual-dusk type of day. The sun is a mythic item from a lost age; the clouds are an opaque white piece of plastic wrap pulled tight over the bowl of the earth. It was spitting rain and snow, but that's stopped. The heating is making pleasant percussive noises.

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