"Already o'er the west the first star shines,
And day and dark are imperceptibly linked;
The fences and pied fields grow indistinct,
Deep beyond deep the living light declines..."
from the poem "At Dusk"
by Archibald Lampman
Dusk is such a magical time. The cares of the day slip slowly away with the setting sun, as the light gives way slowly to darkness. The sky silvers, the air cools and the small creatures of the day settle into their nests and burrows. Night falls. Prayers are whispered on the wind. Nunc dimittis.
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