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Sometimes a camera just isn't enough.


 

 
Shades of grey under amber sky
Silhouettes grow to embrace returning darkness
Day's last rays chase their mother over the horizon
Leaving Night to toil at her loom
Where she weaves together shadow
And blankets all in mystery.

 

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