The Magic Hour
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Complete Sun, Dec 28, 20147h 17m
"It was not exactly dark, but a kind of twilight or gloaming. There were neither windows nor candles, and he could not make out where the twilight came from, if not through the walls and roof."
-Childe Rowland
"The voices melted into the twilight and were mixed into the trees, and when I thought of the words they too melted away, and were mixed with the generations of men."
-William Butler Yeats
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