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Reality's Edge

Entry #19 by liewald

In the long hours of the summer twilights, the sunlight lingers long after the sun has gone. At this time a silence falls across the firths and lochs, the water stills and becomes a mirror of the heavens. A time of tranquility and magic, a time when angels sing.

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