There is an edge to twilight in which stars contrast like white light with the porphyry flames of the setting sun and with the lightly illuminated cerulean of the encroaching night. I took special note of it walking down the cobblestone road because earlier that day, on my way here, I’d walked down a paved trail protected by a canopy from the summer hea…
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