Some like to rest facing east and greet the sun each new day. Others will sit facing west and wave when it goes away. Were I forced to choose, I would rather see it set than rise, for color is always most lovely just before it dies.
Reason for writing:
Change is inevitable. I suppose this my last vain attempt at holding on to the past...
Birth sign: Aries
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