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By Jubal Submitted by Jubal29717 Date: 2001 Sep 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.09.20.51.11191]] |
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Evensong Blue smells of stillness perfume the haze of a soft summer dusk. Timid and tentative, inaugural stars dab themselves on a violet canvas. An unceasing nocturnal sonata of whippoorwill, cricket, and owl begin a leisurely foray, fading the pallor of the sun. Day's end... All creatures that rest or rove, breathe cradled in the embrace of the velvet, sacred night. |