here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
That is nice. I often think that sunsets are at the heart of why I keep living.
chris, i would quite agree with you. they are the heartbeat of beauty.
That really makes me miss Belfast, but when it's warm enough to wear shorts here next month, it won't quite as much!
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