Dusk looked ready to settle upon the hot plains. Tall trees with yellow flowers shimmering on their tops, swirled about in a wild dance. A great formation of white pigeons came in to roost, specks of snow in the swathe of green. Everything was silent, entire existence moving in blissful symphony. I wanted to take a picture but knew it wouldn’t capture what I saw or felt.
Perhaps, neither will these words.
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