Friday, November 11, 2011

sunset now

every night.  the sky takes off her clothes and goes to bed.  every night it's pure naked beauty.
every single night- the sky is full of something.  sometimes it's quiet stillness.  sometimes like tonight, it's wild fire.
every 12 hours, there is transition.  the day begins, the day ends, with passion.






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