In the golden hour, shadows lengthen, each blade of grass engulfed in warmth. I find solace in the gentle glow, a reminder of what matters, of moments held dear, a quiet reflection of time’s tender passage.
- Dora Male
In the golden hour, shadows lengthen, each blade of grass engulfed in warmth. I find solace in the gentle glow, a reminder of what matters, of moments held dear, a quiet reflection of time’s tender passage.