“ Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky"
"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it".
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
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