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The Last Sky I Seek
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, painting a masterpiece that seemed to signal the end of another day. As I stood on the cliff's edge, the cool breeze tousled my hair, carrying with it the scent of salt from the nearby ocean. This was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape the chaos of everyday life and find solace in the beauty of nature.
By Wishorizon762 years ago in Fiction






