The Shining City by Raymond A. Foss
I saw a glimpse today of the shining city on the hill, the city with the streets of gold high on the horizon on the mountainside the sun a flaming ball perched there with tongues of orange and yellow, rich crimsons and purples on the hills, the living clouds as the sunset filled my peripheral view Seared into my memory of the beauty of the moving color the fleeting scene before it fell behind the distant hills melting into the darkening sky
December 11, 2006 21:55
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