The golden glow of the sunset over the marsh. My last night at Assateague.
Not as colorful as the morning's sunrise had been, but quite lovely. Indeed.Coffee bitter and sweet, mixing, and lies not in how sugar is whether; A period lies not in pain, how to forget, but in whether it has the courage to start again.
The golden glow of the sunset over the marsh. My last night at Assateague.
Not as colorful as the morning's sunrise had been, but quite lovely. Indeed.
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