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Dusk Did you stand outside yesterday at dusk? Heaven burned green and washed purple to the Earth. All things were charged with the electricity of sun beneath the thickening coolness of sleep. Thunder tumbled across the cosmos bouncing from wisps of rainbow to clouds painted with hellfire as trees receded into silhouettes. All things were there, all things as close, as distant, as inseparable as day and night. In these fleeting moments when dark velvet night and fiery red day touch, all things are almost possible, or almost inevitable? | ||