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She painted all day again and then when the sun was sinking we walked. The light was golden.
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The air was chill and the light was fading, painting the world with purple shadows. Mice were waking and birds getting sleepy. The perfect time for a cat to walk. Pixie hid on the rock wall high above the sea, ears listening for the smallest sound.
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