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A Sunset Sheers
Sunset sheers the night from the day. It paints the sky purples, pinks and
orange-red. When night appears it becomes a negligee of beautiful sheer black,
sprinkled with the glitter of stars. Sunset heralds the onset of dreams, those
visions of jumbled thoughts, shotgun scattered thru our minds. That release
valve of stress, gathered in a hectic, frantic long day.
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