I’ve been all around this world, and there’s nothing that beats sitting on my back porch on a soft summer night watching the sun go down,
See the fireflies, bottom right center of the picture? They’re really getting thick now.
Tales from Skunk Hill
I’ve been all around this world, and there’s nothing that beats sitting on my back porch on a soft summer night watching the sun go down,
See the fireflies, bottom right center of the picture? They’re really getting thick now.
Purty!
If you made a stained glass window of that sunset everyone would say it looked fake
Anne…we call this a “Bob Ross” kind of sky.
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