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1:13pm
The foreground nearly looks staged because of the light reflecting off the tree leaves, and that's because the sun is almost shining on them. Seriously. Behind me, slivers of blue sky and a random golden rays tease us like a creepy clown doll; sure, it's smiling, but you know there is something downright evil about it.
I mean, come on! Look at Lake Mendota--that's unequivocally sinister.
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