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Twilight

It's twilight again, the time for magic. transitions, changes, oh, I love them all. Lightning in the air, shade induced panic, something is burning, I just caught the smell! Tree silhouettes in the late orange sky, a cat making the last sweep of garden before settling in, expectations fly, what will the night bring, will it still frighten, enlighten or just be dark as usual? Day, night, we understand as their hours drag. There is plenty of time to study all their inhabitants habits. Try to bag the elusive spirits of the twilight or its opposite, those are hard to sight!

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Date: 11/13/2020 6:25:00 PM
NICE
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Date: 11/10/2020 9:21:00 PM
nice imagery, bringing lighting into the air, I hate thunder. eve
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