Dusk

There is something almost mystical about the time between sunset and nightfall. Its transience makes me think of airports and of bent horizons and of seeing cities from above. When I was younger and the world was narrower, it was not airplanes but highways and train stations. When I was a child, it was huge ships in the endless oceans.

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Dusk

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