Standing alone on the meandering country road
She watched the sun slipping down, soft, crimson egg yolk.
Demure charm of the setting sun, hiding itself in the veil
Of evening. Darkness dillydallying to settle down.
Soft, dreamy light caressed the earth for the final time.
She embraced the murmuring silence of the idyllic night.
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