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Afterglow Fader

when Night slays Day, we stand in its way

 

   Half daytime, half nighttime, dusk is the torn frontier between sky and universe. It is in this afterglow twilight that the last fire in the sky ebbs into paler shades of orange and yellow, before wandering west on the spectrum towards far colors like indigo. Meanwhile, on earth’s surface, civilization flips the switch to poke bulb-shaped holes into the nearing darkness and side with the light. And with every layer of day sky that the night sky erases on its way down to the horizon, more bulbs drip into the evanescent stream of hues like electrical droplets in support of the daily fight put up by light.

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