Evening by Barb Montanye Kleeman


As the sun sets and the boats glide across the water,they appear as though they are crossing a sheet of ice. Gracefully they pass by and are soon out of sight. The white glow atop the lighthouse serves as a welcome to those returning.
As darkness slips quietly in, the busy day begins to fade away, the constant hum of cars passing by grows softer. Another day has come and gone, and with the evening comes a kind of peaceful contentment.

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