'effin brilliant :):)
Between dusk and dark, there is a faint lapse of time in which the sky strips clean of all blue and grey, before it sinks away. the roseate glow, stained with dusty roses and lilac, and streaked with burning oranges. the last gasp of peaceful vivacity before slipping off. then, almost like the flick of a switch, comes the night. dark and unforgiving, brooding and silent. the contrast and the mix of the two is perfect.
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