The sun had already set, but the colors lingered in the sky – just moments before the blue hour would take over. Darkness slowly crept in. The air was completely still, and the hills in the background were perfectly mirrored in the ink-like surface of the water.
One of those rare, quiet evenings where everything feels untouched – and you wish there were more of them.
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