"A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of it's going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east."
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
I am not feeling particularly verbose tonight, so I will just let the sunset speak for itself! And oh what tales it could probably tell!
~Mood: Quiet
~Me :)
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