There's something so quiet and dark about the shortest day of the year. The sky was a bruised, fading purple-pink. The ocean seen through the Golden Gate reflected the short indigo-ing sun's light, as the sun fell off the end of the globe.
There's something so quiet and dark about the shortest day of the year. The sky was a bruised, fading purple-pink. The ocean seen through the Golden Gate reflected the short indigo-ing sun's light, as the sun fell off the end of the globe.
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