Jefferson Memorial at sunrise

The brass ornaments ... reflected gold in the low sunlight. Below them, the flags stirred with an awakening breeze …. A mile away, the dome of the Thomas Jefferson memorial glowed with a flush of pink. A solitary jogger, her face and ponytail alight with the new sun, crossed the Ellipse. The dog running before her on a leash was still in shadow.

—From Iniquity


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