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The beauty of the sun-sunset |
| Boasting quality robin egg-shell colored paper is the spider-laced web in faded tones of horizon. Intricate displays of ecclesiastical brush strokes paves way for the magnificent grandly majestic curtsy in a frame of intricate displays. Emblazoned ink gold, liquid gold the syrupy flow of amber honey She trickles through peach colored precipitation scenting the azure with heady pastel fragrance. Now red, crimson pools of hues of sweetly scented rose. Fatal as the kiss of the black widow sinking slowly, slowly on a wedding march as if contemplating this final test of infinity. A marvelous orange.. haloed among celestial beings passionately kisses the horizons face of eternal paper. The flame burns without burning quenching the thirst but painfully momentarily. Her aura touches everything like the magical song of love. |