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The Umbra of Twilight

A twilight, hard as it tries to disparage, shall always remain dazzling in my mind. The Sun, down, down, into the dark of night carried off by the gloaming, gently it goes; glaring, blazing, and impressive to the eye. Never forget the astral stellar winks skyward, from the ever-present celestial constellations. The dark is cloudy; the dark is opaque, much like the closing curtain during the end of a play. The zany mists of morning, but a lazy sonnet, as rising smoke from a snuffed-out candle. A sunrise light is gnomish; smaller, shorter, but full of the light of day. Incandescently yours. Tarry along now, the night a glorious memory, a magical one-act play that awakens your day. The teapot whistles, a toaster pops, time for a muffin with blackberry jam and green tea.

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