[He's always loved her at sunset, with the last of the light threading gold through her hair, fire before the night. The moment of transition: day giving way to twilight, the future blooming from the past. She stood there at that brink and looked ahead, and he would follow, eyes open.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 11:30 pm (UTC)[He's always loved her at sunset, with the last of the light threading gold through her hair, fire before the night. The moment of transition: day giving way to twilight, the future blooming from the past. She stood there at that brink and looked ahead, and he would follow, eyes open.]
I'm good.