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Dusk comes slowly, steadily
Sun begins to set
Traces of golden light
Brush against the long, green grass
of the wide, open feild
Soon, steadily night approaches
The air growing cooler
Light begins to fade
As the sky changes color
Then darkness covers the feilds
Until the next night
When the sun begins to fade again
*****
Emily and Dusk
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