A stroll through twilight dark.

Evenings dim, like artic sunshine, seems to shift
reality. A warm summer west wind rolls over
the slowly rising subdivision hills breaking the
days last heat.

The noisy children are finally in and parents
are home from daily commutes. Streets seem
unnaturally quiet. Walking by homes, you see
familys gathering for dinner.

Loves tame reward, simple as sunlight, hidden
under the many busy, basic activities like
burried treasure.

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