The setting sun turns into a tapestry of colors as the day wears on turning the skyline into orange,
and then on into molten-red as a predictive paradigm.And carries on the unsung song of the end of the day ,as if it's
exiling into a short interregnum behind curtained darkness of rain-charged clouds. It is only to be ready
for another day, it's as though the dream drifts smoothly into another dream,
and it was reality itself that was undergoing a change into another routinised break.
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