A Dustland Fairytale

As the music slowly wound down, the warm orange rays surrendered to the violet sky.  And with the wisps of day breathing their last, they peacefully made their last walk into the setting sun, hand in hand, knowing that there would be nobody there to wind up their world tomorrow.

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