the sun was bleeding as it retracted beyond the horizon, leaving the sky flushed with it's red and orange and purple. and while he was beside me, watching what seemed to be the most frequent of the world's phenomena, i was staring at him and watching the rarest.
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the sun was bleeding as it retracted beyond the horizon, leaving the sky flushed with it's red and orange and purple. and while he was beside me, watching what seemed to be the most frequent of the world's phenomena, i was staring at him and watching the rarest.