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Trudging through fresh dusk, apparitions leave no prints– twilight becomes them. Advertisements
In the purple gloam, stone terrace mourns the loss of Juliet’s nightcalls.
Plum fresco at dusk. Shaghaired totems chill and wait. There will be dancing.
Budding sorceress, basking in a siege of text– long shadows at dusk.