As the sun begins its descent beyond the solemn, distant hills, the tranquil sky and calm waters are painted in hues of warm gold and soft pink. It’s a moment of pure golden serenity, where the comforting stillness and ethereal beauty hint that there is such a thing as peace.
Why must peace be so transient…?
Words and images by Michael J. Hall
michael-j-hall.com 
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