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The Art of Living
Tonight is a lovely and warm evening. It is dusk here in the
village; the sun below the horizon, the sky brilliantly blue,
peach, pink and orange. A few stray billowy clouds hang low
promising light rain. The skyscrapers' lights shine bright
like soldiered stars rising to the sky.
My loyal and dear friend Lizzie and I walk past the Aspen
trees and Evergreens that dot the park. The air fragrant with
the scent of freshly mowed grass. It is a blissful walk that
we both enjoy on an enchanted evening such as this.
Alas! Dusk has fallen on my village, a bustling hamlet by day
filled with office workers earning their pay; by night, it is
a haven of quiet bicyclers and people strolling along its
paths. Oh such bliss; oh such an evening as this. Dusk in the
A loving mother to an incredibly intelligent and beautiful young adult, writer, textile artist, and a nurturing keeper of a very lovable Siberian cat and Sir Finlay my rescued Terrier mix.