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during the dry season, the sunsets are incredible. they are breathtaking. they are all postcards. they all make you wish you had your camera.

they are blood red, fire orange and slowly fade to majestic purple. the dust rises up into the atmosphere. the dust and dirt makes them beautiful. the same dust and dirt that is thrown in your eyes when you’re driving and clings to your feet like a second layer of skin.

the sun slowly moves down to where the earth meets the sky. it hovers and then falls beyond. it stares at you as if falls and you can’t help but stare back. we are all moths and it is our summer porch light.