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The Setting Sun

“You sure you want to do this?” my friend says to me as we walk.

“Yes I am very sure,” I nod and look ahead.

The spring breeze plays at my hair and the sun gleams on my face as it begins to set. I breathe slowly and evenly to keep my peace. My heart tells me where to go. We approach the grassy clearing and stop.

Looking over the water, my past comes back. I have been waiting for this. I am by myself, facing this on my own. Closing my eyes, I let the memory replay from beginning to end. The vivid moment is short and once its over, I look at my friend then back over at the setting sun.

All good things must come to an end like the seting sun after a unforgettable day. You can only hang on so long like the light and color that lingers after the sun leaves the horizon. Once the sun leaves, everthing isn’t exactly the same when it the sun finally rises again. The birds chirp in the distance and the grass blows in the wind. In the end, you are left with something you will never forget.

“I will never forget.”

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