journaling reads: It brings such a sense of peace. The waves are gentle, and so it the breeze, so they won't compete with the show at the edge of the sky. The sun paints the sky will brilliant, unnameable colors. Those colors reach out to you, dancing a path across the water and splash themselves across the wet sand at your feet. It is the sun's good night, her parting gift to you, her glorious kill good night. The parting won't be for long, though. The next show starts tomorrow night, same place, same time.
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