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  • There's a subtle difference between dawn and dusk, I told myself. One day I'll figure it out.
    Golden hour struck after dawn. And then it struck before dusk too.
    There are no pink hues in the dawn, I thought. Till the sky proved me wrong the very next morning.
    Birds are not active at dusk, I assumed. But they chirped into the darkness.
    Ochre, Crimson, Yellow .. All present, in all their glory.
    And then I knew, it was Blue. There was no Blue at dawn.
    Till I saw this sight.

    Now, I know. There is no difference :-)

    "An angel, robed in spotless white,
    Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
    Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
    Men saw the blush and called it Dawn. "

    ~ Paul Laurence Dunbar
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