A little orange from all of the smoke, a little grey from some of the clouds.
A little pink from all of those fine particulates in the atmosphere.
The planet spins, the sun sets, only to rise again tomorrow. No matter how bad we mess things up, or how many stupid decisions we make.
Onward.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 
I didn’t realise you had a gothic castle down your road. Very spooky!
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