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Jun 2019
And as the sun bleeds itself into the sea, we watch its lifegiving light die as it sinks slowly into the endless blue.

Its brightness, which no one dared to look directly into, fades.

Stripped off the glory of shining with its unparalleled grandeur, the sun, sets. Every day.

Nothing lasts forever.
A little pessimistic?
A Purple Moon
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A Purple Moon  18/M/India
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