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Low Sunset

BY: KELLI LAGE Faces coated in tangerine hues. Green fields, get a glimpse of the golden tassels to come in autumn. Your honied hair now a fiery auburn in the center of the nether horizon. I look down at my fingertips bewildered at how olive mingles so smoothly with the candlelight orange of the evening. Galloping alongside us, our dog, Cedar in color and name, now tinted in the bronze of an ancient statue. I whisper how I wish we could live in the low sunset of each night’s beckoning. You tell me,“Then nothing would grow.” Kelli Lage lives in the Midwest countryside with her husband, and their dog, Cedar, She's working toward a degree in Secondary English Education, and is here to give readers words that resonate.

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