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Sunset
November 5, 2023
Sunset.
The golden hour.
The time of day with a symphony of colors.
Of clouds trimmed with gold
Of silhouettes of birds dark in the sky
Of nothing but the hustle and bustle of people after a day of work.
The sky was a blank canvas.
And the sun?
The paintbrush with smooth strokes.
The light reflecting.
The beauty blinding.
The silence ringing.
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I stood on my balcony (almost) every afternoon in the hour of sunset. Everything happened so fast, and I would just sit down with my camera, watching the colors change and, eventually, disappear into the endless dark.