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The breeze off the lake

settled down,

creating steady

but small ripples.

The sun casts long shadows.

Everything on land

is mildly orange,

as is the thin glow

above the horizon.

Insects and fish,

snakes and tortoises

will feed for a while yet.

Trees are completely still

unless a bird pushes off or lands.

People start campfires

and dry their last dishes,

not oblivious to the transition,

but also not taking it in.

One has a smoke,

another opens a beer.

A jet leaves a short trail

high in the crystal evening sky.

The day’s few clouds

have drifted off.

A chill appears

as the sun finally dips.

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