It was very early morning at Oak Run when my friend, whom I haven't seen for 28 years, and I were walking along the shore. There was no one else around and the only sound was the occassional fish splashing. And then the sky turned orange just before the sun rose. Yet another miracle, like seeing my friend again.
Earth's colors no one sees
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