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A HOT AND HUMID DAY HESITANTLY PASSES BY THE CHANGE IN THE TIME OF DAY IS APPARENT IN THE FADING BLUE SKY THE WESTERN SKY SLOWLY LIGHTS UP IN A CRIMSON GLOW, AS THE ORANGE BALL OF FIRE DESCENDS IN A MOTION SO SLOW SITTING UNDER A THATCHED ROOF VERANDAH I SIT AND PONDER WHILE LOOKING AT THE COWS SETTLING IN FOR THE DAY, IN THE MEADOWS YONDER AND THE WILLOWS, WHISPERING THE DAY AWAY IN A GENTLE BREEZE INEVITABLY, THIS START OF THE END OF DAY IS WELCOMED WITH A SENSE OF EASE AS I TAKE IN THE SUBLIME AND SERENE BEAUTY OF AN AFRICAN SUNSET IT IS A MOMENT IN TIME THAT REMAINS IN MY MIND FOR I WOULD NOT WANT TO FORGET
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