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ㅤTHE CONTEMPLATION O’ THE HEAVENS
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The crimson disk of the Sun has plunged beneath the Ocean. The sea has decked itself with the burning colors of the orb, reflected from the Heavens in a mirror of turquoise and emerald. The rolling waves are gold and silver, and break noisily on a shore already darkened by the disappearance of the celestial luminary.

ㅤ│ㅤThe most indifferent spectator
ㅤ│ㅤof the setting Sun as it descends
ㅤ│ㅤbeneath the waves at the far
ㅤ│ㅤhorizon, could hardly be unmoved
ㅤ│ㅤby the pageant of Nature at
ㅤ│ㅤsuch an impressive moment.

We gaze regretfully after the star of day, that poured its cheerful rays anon so generously over many who were intoxicated with gaiety and happiness. We dream, contemplating the magnificent spectacle, and in dream- ing forget the moments that are rapidly flying by. Yet the darkness gradually increases, and twilight gives way to night.

The light of the Crescent Moon, like some fairy boat suspended in the sky, is bright enough to cast chan- ging and dancing sparkles of silver upon the ocean.

Yet, there was clearly a point when my role was well and truly over. When I had gone above and beyond the required word count. Where I had exhausted every new angle or approach there was to writing this story.
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