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During sunrise and
sunset, the gloom of twilight, or the dark of night,
magic happens when light and shadow collide. There
is a certain stillness to the air during the
gloaming times, when I have the wilderness to
myself, and the wind dies down as darkness descends.
It is then—on
the very edge of light—that
I find that reality blends with fantasy, as if I am
in a waking dream. |
