The golden glow of the sunset over the marsh. My last night at Assateague.
Not as colorful as the morning's sunrise had been, but quite lovely. Indeed.Friendship is like earthenware: once broken, it can be mended; love is like a mirror: once broken, that ends it ------ Josh Billings
The golden glow of the sunset over the marsh. My last night at Assateague.
Not as colorful as the morning's sunrise had been, but quite lovely. Indeed.
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