if only she could capture the splashes of ever changing colors on the canvas of the western skies.
each second, each moment. each different hue of the brightest scarlet fading ever so subtly into shades of magenta, fuchsia, and the palest of lilac, soft lemon ....and then to linger just an instant before vanishing into oblivion....on the threshold of night...
so ephemeral.
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