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When everything else starts to fade with the shadows, and the last sun rays hit the dead leaves among the greens, you begin to understand why Van Gogh clung on to yellow. The sea is calm, and the mountains trace triangles down to the horizon against pink clouds and purple skies. Sunbeams through the leaves,Continue reading “Sunsets”

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