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I want what this twilight has:
glory in transience
and freedom
and an entire sky to paint
as it sees fit.
A message to listen to,
spoken in colors and breathed
into the act of fading purples
into reds into touches
of slipping darkness.
A sense of being enough.
The softly spoken poetry
of an ending, coming in stages
as the moments fall
through a spectrum
of sentiments,
first, apart
then, into each other
and later, into the lingering
certainty of having just
witnessed beauty, and neither
being burdened to recreate it
nor regretting that it
cannot be possessed.

“Philadelphia Freedom, No. 1”
by photographer JD Urban


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