Dusk, the gentle passage between day and night, a fleeting brush between light and darkness. A reminder that life is not binary. It’s beyond black or white. Good or bad. Saint or sinner. Hell or heaven.
I love gazing out of my window, as the night slowly unfurls her wings to reveal the stars, fireflies come to life, and an unlikely orchestra of frogs and crickets prepare for their nightly performance. Dusk, devoid of a horizon, where much can happen as boundaries begin to fade.
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