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. Nocturnal bats begin their nightly acrobatics. Effulgence reigns, and peace settles on one small corner of a troubled world.

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