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Daylight fades over cool waters, as ripples change to glass. Thoughts turn to achievements of days gone by, and peace envelopes my soul. Warmth surrounds me, and I give thanks at day’s end.
At Day’s End
Daylight fades over cool waters, as ripples change to glass. Thoughts turn to achievements of days gone by, and peace envelopes my soul. Warmth surrounds me, and I give thanks at day’s end.
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