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4:43am

by k-paige-bender

the photographer has a golden hour and i am envious of them the golden hour is the period of time directly after sunrise or before sunset it is here where light kisses dark it is here that these artists thrive and come alive it is here where they capture a magical transition synchronized soft inevitable the writer may spend months in a stupor searching for their next golden hour how dizzying it is to realize that what we see is believed to be more real than what we feel when will the sun rise in my mind again? -k.p.-
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Mar 9, 2018
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#photographer#writer#block#transition#soft#mind#sad#searching
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