Every night, the sun seems to set right in this tree. It's lovely and sad at the same time.
Just as the sun gets to this point in its journey is about the time my horse, Red Rabbit, comes by for his evening visit, hoping for companionship or a ginger snap cooke.
It's also the time I realize the day is over and I reflect on what's happened.
It's a sweet time of evening, and a view from the back porch I cherish.
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what a wonderful metaphor, sunset is the gateway faerie, with dawn as the dark departure. What a wonderful kiss.
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