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Magic always happens when by day and night.

You know, I've always taken sunsets for granted. Maybe because I knew that I would see millions of them. But even if you see something every day, it never ceases to be special, right? To be honest, I think it is those things we most miss.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah. You know, I... I think about the sunsets, how the sun sets and, therefore, will be dark, and then we have to sleep... to sleep here in the forest, which...
- I can -- I can enjoy the moment?
- Yes, you can.
- Just a second.
Yes, enjoy the moment. And while you're enjoying, I'm going to get a squirrel for dinner.

It is still waiting for you. The fields of Trenzalore, the Eleventh sunset. And a question. Original question. A question that cannot be answered, hidden in plain sight. The question you've been running from all his life. Doctor Who? Doctor Who? Doctor Who!?

Early spring, night, dark forest, the swamp. In light cheese pine forest, the snow still in some places, and in the warm forests of fir trees on the hill are already dry. I walk in the dense spruce forest, in the dark barn. I stand silent, listening.
Around the black trunks of fir trees, followed the cold yellow sunset. And amazing silence, when you hear the heartbeats and their own breathing. Thrush on a spruce top visittibet lazily and loudly. Whistle, listen, and in response to his silence...

I don't want to hear sad tales word
Which tells the woods.
There is a sigh of the foliage
And pine whisper again
There are shadows between the trunks of stupid
Running up the trunks across the path.
Hurry to the road!
We will not meet dashing,
Where between the ditches, dodging at random,
The road rises and quietly
Looking at the upside-down sunset.

People who do not have enough money for a passport, often consider themselves poor. There is no possibility to buy a ticket even just in Turkey or Egypt, to see Venice or Paris - the city of dreams. It seems that there is a special kind of happiness, but here only starvation wages and survival. But these people have something valuable, what they do not suspect. They have an even greater wealth. What? Family, friends, favorite people the opportunity every day to meet with them, to see the sunrise and the sunset. "The most expensive things are not things" - it says so in the quote of one of the unknown. And maybe if you can't afford to see other countries, you the prescribed fate to have incredible happiness here at home, side by side with the most expensive and loved ones.

Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay?
Every time I look in the mirror
Notice the face marks of time...
The past behind,
Like a dawn came the sunset...
Isn't it,
All of us in life pay the bills?

The sunsets - the divine wisdom of the sky and the sun.

Youth - dawn, old age - sunset, but most often it is young care colorful, Divine wisdom-soaked sunsets.

Pass by individuals, touches the constellations...
Distributing minutes as booklets in the metro,
We are quietly once everywhere
Live by the simple principle of dominoes.
On the shoulders of excuses, like a Cape.
And somehow imperceptibly for myself
We make the first error
And quietly hiding her somewhere in the bins
Fall in love, get used to it and forget.
And close off the section "nowhere"...
What's the point to explain to ordinary people
As a vulnerable and sensitive soul?
Accidentally nasarapan forever
Nasazhivanii wounds on his chest.
Safer keeping checks,
Than conscience, that the life we carry.
Having spent in vain thoughtlessly and foolishly
Hours, weeks, months, years,
Less notice in fragments,
By what path we stopped here.
And what an excellent Carmine of the sunset..
About it hearing only ear edge,
The silent severity of forgetfulness lamps,
We imperceptibly die.

"Piercing sunset" - that was our all...

I ordered to build this pavilion to enjoy the sunset without fear of blindness. This is the only time of day when the sky becomes the true mirror of life.

Sunset fake today we see once again inflated
margneuli from the syringe,
as the market watermelons. So
and the night is already crammed with franklinization.
And the morning is doping.

I continue mustard sunset, beautiful and cold, I - Feb.