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Lake at Dusk
The sun sinks low over still waters, painting the sky in soft silver and gold. A silhouette waits on the pier while swimmers cut through quiet reflections, their presence small against the vastness of evening. This is a moment where time slows, where light and shadow cradle the last warmth of the day.
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Lake at Dusk
The sun sinks low over still waters, painting the sky in soft silver and gold. A silhouette waits on the pier while swimmers cut through quiet reflections, their presence small against the vastness of evening. This is a moment where time slows, where light and shadow cradle the last warmth of the day.
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Uploaded on September 4, 2025