In the backdrop of a scarlet summer evening, with the sun at horizon, and a sweet breeze on the face, I heard her calling my name in the playground, asking me to come back home before it gets dark...
Now and again, I hear a familiar voice, calling out different names in the playground, asking the same old thing, "to be back home before dark"...
Years have passed, but, those memories are still fresh.
Characters have changed, but that stage remains the same. This "dusk", never let's anything fade...
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