Late afternoon, touched with love
Late, late afternoon here in the city. It's that "moment" of day's light sliding into night's dark. Even as I'm writing that, as the words take form, I'm aware of day/night as convenient labels for the same "thing," which is not a "thing" at all, but rather a constant flux impossible to hold. The simultaneous [...]
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