Yesterday, whilst driving to beaverton to drop off my friend's air conditioner, I saw one of those things what poets and artists go on about: I saw the setting sun transform everything into molten gold. Everything faintly shimmered and was drenched in warmth.
It was magnificent, one of the most beautiful things I have seen in a long time.
On an unrelated topic, today is my sister's 18th birthday. Happy birthday to her and all that.
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Tell your sister happy birthday! 18! wow!
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