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quiet musing
somewhere there is a sunset over the water, somewhere on the sands there is a canopy set up, and candles lining the way to the chaise longe within.
somewhere there is the sound of quiet lilting guitar pizzicato, and a girl with a drink in her hand. somewhere the stars wake up in sequence, as the sky grows darker, untill the only orange that remains radiates from coals atop her hookah, the tyrian purple gives way to the infinite and there is stillness save for the roar of the tide.
