Favorite time of the day.
The time of day when there's just enough sun to still see the sillouhette of the distant mountains and the city lights are starting to twinkle on.
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Events that happen to us become the threads of our life. We can either leave them as a tangled mess or artfully weave them into the tapestry of our life.
The time of day when there's just enough sun to still see the sillouhette of the distant mountains and the city lights are starting to twinkle on.
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