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Watching a sunset on a long bus journey, listening to Less by Nils Fram, and loving life |
| That moment when the sky creases and the world ceases all its movements and there's light - gold, blue, pink - in the grey; That moment of hope of the end of the day, another day coming, the oncoming night. It's gone in a moment, the clouds cave under the weight of Euros and the golden leaf of a marble statue fading.The world is monochrome again. A break in the clouds, gone. |