The glare

My camera lens is scratched beyond repair and you might have noticed, but the awful glare in this hurriedly taken shot comes from the sun. That's right - a corner has been turned, the sun has come out, and life (in the immortal words of Daniel Craig) is so f*cking good I can taste it in my spit.
So it's time to ditch the winter coats and get out the Marty Maraschino shades. 

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