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Oct 2018
It's in that golden hour
When the light drifts through the window
And the dust in the air is beautiful

After a day of tired work and sore muscles
When you finally get to sit down again

When you look at the grass, the ground, the sky
When you feel your heart beat pulse with thunder

Where time fades into the tempo of your favorite song
And you feel the day pulling the last breath from your lungs and filling your heart back up

Where you remember childhood summers
Lemonade and ocean waves

Backlit by the afternoon sun
And the clouds lazing across a blue sky into forever

Where your eyes glow in the light
And your smile softens the wrinkles in your brow

It's in that golden hour
Where home feels just a little bit closer.
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