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As the Sun exclaims farewell to the earth, at beautiful crepuscule is when true animals come out and decide To feed on the Emotions left behind in forms of golden yellows and deep, bright reds, which light up the sky like paintbrush strokes, but fade away so soon.
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Sunset
As the Sun exclaims farewell to the earth, at beautiful crepuscule is when true animals come out and decide To feed on the Emotions left behind in forms of golden yellows and deep, bright reds, which light up the sky like paintbrush strokes, but fade away so soon.
JackMiller
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
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