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Sunday, November 8, 2009


Sunsets bring joy.

They flicker, they spark, they glide. Sunsets feel like the sun is hiding behind the hills, just beyond reach, just beyond sight, but still reaches its rays out toward you, warming you for these last few moments of light.

You have to cherish that moment when the sun reaches out to touch your fingertips. You have to reach back. You have to touch.

You have to love.


  1. can someone comment on this one???

  2. I don't like sunsets. I think that they are pretty but it means that soon I'll have to go to sleep. And sleeping is not easy for me.