Saturday, 17 June 2017
A Garden at Dusk.
The still, soft silhouettes of summer-clad trees decorate
the western skyline. Gossamer moths dance in the golden twilight. The faintest
fragrance of wood smoke graces the balmy air and nocturnal bats begin their nightly
acrobatics. Effulgence reigns, and peace settles on one small corner of a troubled
world.
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