Same view, just add a sense of looking as through history. 

Setting sun across the river. 

Resting on the shore, reflecting on the lighthouse shadow in the sands.
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As the tide retreats into the night, the remains of a life once lived appear on the shore line.
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In the dawn light, the dance of fun is resting while the hills and castle walls watch.
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Out of the gloom of dawn an air battle is caught at the edge of the waves.
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When the sun has set and night has turned, the dawn breaks after the storm.
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Ok, have you time to get our treats now?
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In a second, the difference between sunset and sunrise is a moment in time.
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Into the setting sun, just a mote against the fire deep, the creature of the air flew chasing the sunrise.
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Of the night they had become as the sun set into tomorrow's dream.
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Watchers in the dusk.
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Taking a moment of respite in the feeding of life.
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As specks in the sky, unnoticed by horse, birds flew into the sunset.
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Against the shelter of a tree, graising the hill line.
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Where light and dark meet, I lay me down to rest this ship called body.
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In simple prayer, the spirit flees from the blindness of the heart and mind.
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In the final battle between self and realisation of universal truth, black and white becomes a playground of shadow dancing.
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Slowly turning into the light of past and future present.
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Up on the skin lives our life's story as reminders to our present.
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In the twilight of seeking faith, the light can blind as deep as the dark.
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Protective is wall of flesh only in the mind against the battles of the faith and heart.
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In prayer, we seek the light to both halves of life.
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In the gentleness of touch.
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Seeking to capture the warmth of light against the dark.
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In the absense of love and hate.
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The photo man has been waiting for..the proof that farmers have a rainbow machine!!!
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Caught in the fire of the setting sun and the weeping clouds, hope shows her path.
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Wearing a crown of thorns, the pagan god passed beyond sight of man.
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The final homage of the day.
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Held still by the hands of nature.
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Falling layers of shadow depth.
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With the fading sun, the storm clouds pass across the land, while light dances on moisture and shadows.
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