The twilight glaze of impending night coats the hills in a painting of gold and blue mixing perfectly to form a mask over the endless plains.
The tall yellow rushes blow in the wind, their brittle stalks cracking as it picks up speed.
(and poof I lost inspiration, I'll continue this later [it's all disturbed's fault, shoopid band had to come on now D:])
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