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Twilight leans low over the lake, God’s quiet hand smoothing the day’s last breath. Water gathers the sky like a secret it promises not to spill~ rose fading into lavender, lavender into blue-gray hush. A single ripple wanders toward shore, carrying this soft reminder~ even endings can glow.
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