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Serene peach explosion from the cerulean sky

A quiet moment for reflection

How many sunsets have I missed this year?

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A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.

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A sea at first glance on a chilly morn

But more a forest of craggy mountains

Red, brown and gold in the sunrise

Interrupted by a passing shadow.

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Sometimes fog clears slowly

Calm in the wake.

Within a great mechanisation

Clattering steel marbles

Eventually reflect a blue sky.

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Winding westward, following Phoebus

His stamina starting to wear as he wears his crown of light

Everywhere clouds, a wash of white.

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