Sunlight
Sunlight weaves its silver.
Transient in desolate brevity.
Leaving as soon as it arrives.
Always unseeing.
I open my eyes
And wander in the dark.
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Taken on Saturday January 11, 2025
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Posted on Monday January 20, 2025
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