At Sunset
I'm sitting atop an old stone wall
That's not as cold as you would think
And I'm staring at the pink-tinged sky
And the last of the sun before it sinks
The air is full with the softest chatter,
It ebbs and flows like a restful sea
And I can think of nothing better
Than wasting time so perfectly
- Ellis Nightingale
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