A man sits alone at dusk, darkness nipping at his ankles.
"Goodnight, my beloved." He says as the sun retreats.
He is crouched atop a grassy knoll in west Virginia,
Fresh grass smells pervade his nostrils as a penetrating
Crimson red sun dominates his vision.
His beloved, he knows, is watching this very same sunset
Although she is over nine hundred miles away.
This thought, although comforting, brings him sadness.
For he knows, her heart is also aching.
Aching in this autumn breeze.
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