As the fiery sunrise painted the sky in vibrant shades of orange and gold over the serene waters of Lake Junaluska in North Carolina, a weathered pair of praying hands stood vigil on the wooden dock, silently witnessing the dawn of another day. On a cold Easter morning, the Badger paused at this favorite spot with camera in hand, always chasing that fleeting convergence of stillness and light. The reflection of the cross-topped hill shimmered ac…
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