Sunset (ZillaGirl)

She lay her form out on the grass, blanketed in a soft, damp dew. Gently she propped upon her elbows so that she may watch the sky before her, a canvas so magnificent forcing one to simply stare and admire.

Lavenders, blues, brilliant, burning pinks gave clouds a dimension of surreal bliss, the fingers of the sun reaching behind them and far off to the sky. Such color displayed was that of an amazing garden, heavenly flowers decorating the beds above.

It was all a scene of quiet beauty, a moment when all around seemed to hold its breath.   

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