By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 24, 2013 Starless Interlude By Annie Atkin Tanner There is an hour between the close of day,And the coming in of night,When twilight drapes the granite folds of mountainsides,The darkening blue of sea and sky,The edge of desert loneliness,With a strange, translucent beauty. This is a time for quiet meditation,When tired day welcomes in the tranquil evening time,The gentle call of drowsy, nesting birdsThe s...
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