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The magic begins as the sun bids farewell to the day. Work is done. A hush creeps over the world. Peach in the sky turns pale, to dark blue, then fades to black. Stars begin to awaken from their daily nap. They blink and rub the sleep from their eyes as night birds begin their lullabies. The moon slowly shows her face. These special hours. Time to be still. Reflect on work well done. Treasure family and friends. Remember many good times and count life's blessings. Sadly all too soon, before the counting comes to a close, the Sandman returns for his nightly visit.
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
Those Special Hours
The magic begins as the sun bids farewell to the day. Work is done. A hush creeps over the world. Peach in the sky turns pale, to dark blue, then fades to black. Stars begin to awaken from their daily nap. They blink and rub the sleep from their eyes as night birds begin their lullabies. The moon slowly shows her face. These special hours. Time to be still. Reflect on work well done. Treasure family and friends. Remember many good times and count life's blessings. Sadly all too soon, before the counting comes to a close, the Sandman returns for his nightly visit.
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
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