@goldenheart
At nine o'clock, the blue-domed church began to secretly drink sunset wine. The white walls were dyed into peach-colored silk. I followed the three hundred stone steps of Santorini to chase the sunset. But I fell into the overturned palette of the gods. At the moment of clinking glasses in the cliff restaurant, the clouds suddenly burned into violet.
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