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I take in the vista The colorful doht of the sunset Like a ball of gold, the sun hangs on the horizon Above it, the sky is a fragile, delicate white, like the veil of a bride

“A white night,” I say in awe

He kisses the top of ht day”

Turning in his eles of his face

He chuckles “The view is over there”

“No” I cup his cheek “What I want to see is right here, in front of me”

“Yes,” he says softly “So it is You It’s always been you”

When he lowers his head, I offer ht sun