Sunday, December 14, 2014

Sunset

An earnest sea reaches for the love of the comforting shore while two stubborn hills stand guard. The feisty sun is bowing down, only a mellow orange hue is left of the morning's rage. Each is fighting for a place in the deepest recesses of the by standers. Each vying to be etched in the memories of those who stand and watch. Now that's what I call picture perfect. Well!! Almost!!  You are not here. 

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