Chasing Sunsets

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.
- Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense

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