The sun of 7:49pm is a gracious visitor. A cast that appears from the caravan of a traveling circus. A magical and gentle creature, that paints the room and its inhabitants with a tantalizing, light orange. The light flows into the room, flooding it. Imagine not sharp spears of piercing rays but rather balls of photon streaming down from the heaven in a wavy motion. Like feathers shed from wings of angels. They land where they shall, and merge out of existence, into another.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Little Miss Sunshine =)
The sun of 7:49pm is a gracious visitor. A cast that appears from the caravan of a traveling circus. A magical and gentle creature, that paints the room and its inhabitants with a tantalizing, light orange. The light flows into the room, flooding it. Imagine not sharp spears of piercing rays but rather balls of photon streaming down from the heaven in a wavy motion. Like feathers shed from wings of angels. They land where they shall, and merge out of existence, into another.
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