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"There’s an obvious poetry in the sunset. She returns with a different dress on each night, flirts with the clouds for a dazzling half hour, then slips away as quickly as she came. By the time I’m drunk on her presence, she’s already gone — how could I love another muse? She could stand me up seven nights in a row, and I’d be back on the eighth." enter →

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