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Last warm edge
The horizon holds one last line of gold.
A SMALL STUDY IN BLUE HOUR
An invented evening, made of the colors we almost miss.
THREE GLANCES / ONE EVENING
There is no forecast here. Just one made-up sunset and a little more room to notice how it changes.
The horizon holds one last line of gold.
Rose leaves the rooftops; the hills return.
A softer kind of seeing takes over.
A NOTE BEFORE YOU GONothing to solve. Nowhere else to be.Take the long way into evening.
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