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Oct 2017
City at dusk.
Wind blowing dust.
I stand outside on the balcony.
Letting the wind hit me.

The clouds space from each other.
The sun is sinking down lower.
Streetlights are lighting up.
Pouring my tea in a cup.

City at dusk.
Enjoying this is a must.
And I know.
You're enjoying it too.
Vanidy
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