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A few shy white clouds roam the sky with the sun hiding beneath, the last warm caresses of a day gone by. And we linger on, looking into the horizon, expecting the hours not to end, while the afternoon slips through our fingers faster and faster. We close our hands, but the evening marches on, paving the way to the night. Tomorrow a new sunset will emerge, its soft warm colors framing our day. However that is nothing but poor consolation. We linger on, looking into the horizon, expecting the darkness to go away.
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