There was strong music in the sky: the music of sunset. In the west, a wall of clear red amber through which the sun went blazing down. The remainder of the sky was smoky rose, a color like a perfume-musk. The earth had given up its tinctures. Heights and depths and long dunes were melting into the air. (Tanith Lee)

There was strong music in the sky: the music of sunset. In the west, a wall of clear red amber through which the sun went blazing down. The remainder of the sky was smoky rose, a color like a perfume-musk. The earth had given up its tinctures. Heights and depths and long dunes were melting into the air.

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