A Gift
It was the light that we came to see. Sitting in the cab of my truck, warm and looking through the spotted windshield, we watched the sky change. I cannot describe the colors we saw. There are no words for how the sun pulls back from the sea.
We came for the light, but the quiet was what we needed.
Parked at the end of the road, near the steps leading to …
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