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About Sunset

There is no breadth or width to design the unknown frames that turn into the grandest of light. This certain swell of mystery becomes the surrounding; just that, natural as the channeling rays baptizing day's many colorful passages - gentle and torrid late afternoon displays its final bow - passersby huddle…to watch a dying sunset. Brian's Choice T Contest March 24, 20202

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Date: 5/25/2020 9:43:00 AM
This is a lovely, descriptive poem. I really enjoyed reading it. Congratulations on your top placement in Brian's competition.
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