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Now the Golden Hour, is the Pink Hour, Or orange, then to gray to black. Greens fade to reds to oranges to brittle browns. It's east to give up, and not to: get up suit up buckle down or get down to it. Maybe it'll rain tomorrow or be cloudy all day, Or sunny with a cool breeze. There will be so many colors. I want to be in it, of it. Nonetheless, All the more.
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
Sept. 1
Now the Golden Hour, is the Pink Hour, Or orange, then to gray to black. Greens fade to reds to oranges to brittle browns. It's east to give up, and not to: get up suit up buckle down or get down to it. Maybe it'll rain tomorrow or be cloudy all day, Or sunny with a cool breeze. There will be so many colors. I want to be in it, of it. Nonetheless, All the more.
Warmth and hope
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M/Rhode Island
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
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