Merry Christmas
There are those pristine evenings
when the sun melts into the horizon.
The last of the light
reflecting off the snow in a hazy, blue
fantasy world.
Like something from a dream.
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There are those pristine evenings
when the sun melts into the horizon.
The last of the light
reflecting off the snow in a hazy, blue
fantasy world.
Like something from a dream.
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