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I love when the sun paints a golden hue on everything before it disappears into the obsidian night. Its rays are like an artist's brush, delicately covering the world's canvas with luminosity. When its glow eventually fades, and the stars barely light up the sky, it's like an artist shutting off the studio lights after a long day's work. Temporarily departed, but soon to return to paint the canvas with incandescent light once again.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Golden Hour
I love when the sun paints a golden hue on everything before it disappears into the obsidian night. Its rays are like an artist's brush, delicately covering the world's canvas with luminosity. When its glow eventually fades, and the stars barely light up the sky, it's like an artist shutting off the studio lights after a long day's work. Temporarily departed, but soon to return to paint the canvas with incandescent light once again.
justinemuriel
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
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