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Evening is a meditative time. You walk out in the street and birds are zooming around by the dozens as they take their last flight of the day. The sun has set in the West, and the birds call to each other to stretch their wings before they settle into the trees for their time of discussion about the day's activities. The last flicker of the afterglow shimmers in the clouds on the almost longest night of the year. |
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