A blood red sun hangs just over the horizon, her light spilling copiously into the sky like a rupturing wound, as my car races along the country road to win me a clearer glimpse. Reaching a vantage point, I finally stop just in time to watch her slow, haunting descent into oblivion . With naked eyes, I behold her in her fullness, her light raw yet soothing to my gaze. And I am struck with a certain unwavering sentiment: that pain is the wavelength of life that reveals the totality of who we are in spirit.
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