Sunset is the language of my soul.
Celebration and mourning.
Light and dark.
Beauty and pain.
Death and birth.
I hold it all.
(Okay, really, sunsets, mountains, and dogs are the language of my soul.)
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I love how a few clouds at sunset
can make the whole sky explode.
Magenta, orange, purple.
A firework turning shadows
into ornaments of light.
Our lives,
sprinkled with hardship and pain,
making this life worth living.
Grief. Joy. Love.
In the shade,
we find a way to shine.
And so, the light and dark,
dance across the sky.
A Dog and Her Girl 