It was one of those cold December nights right before Christmas that feels like half of the planet is frozen. The winds and wide open sky bring a chill that sticks to you. It almost seems like it becomes a part of you. A type of cold that binds to your very existence. On this night, we realized that only warm ramen would make everything right. A few bao buns would also help. We put on our layers and made our way into the Philadelphia dusk. I was sure to wear my trusty Fujifilm XS-20 around my neck. One just never knows when the images will reveal themselves….
Triple Bolt Gazette 
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