The sunset spilled gold across the clouds, painting the world warm for just a moment.
Posted in response to the challenge Mother Nature.
The sunset spilled gold across the clouds, painting the world warm for just a moment.
Posted in response to the challenge Mother Nature.
Some people don’t stay
like mountains do.
They arrive like weather —
soft, sudden,
changing the air around you.
They sit beside you
on ordinary days
and somehow
make them glow.
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