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golden hour


I used to chase sunsets, 

forever running at the horizon. 

 

Convincing myself 

that if I could catch the golden light, 

 

the best part of the day

would be mine. 

 

But when I caught the dropping sun, 

 

I realized 

that the beautiful display 

was meant for more 

than just one pair of eyes to see. 

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