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Watching you leave is like watching driftwood approach the horizon of an ocean burning with the melancholic orange of a weeping sunset sky. It's like grasping the folds of a vast, luscious meadow to marvel at rolling hills ahead with a stunning sense of awe. It's like standing in a still forest watching the sun struggle to break free of vines and branches, or like hearing the sound of a rainbow pierce through clouds and strike at the heart of a mountaintop. Watching you leave is like feeling a beach glow with all the tastes of indigo and violet, or listening to stars whisper ever so quietly from the depths of an African night. It's like contemplating the touch of the warm, blue Western coast, like being kissed by a disappearing sun and finding solace in the breeze, like mourning helplessly over the fading of valleys to soft, silky shades of silver.

It's emotional, and beautiful.

I'll miss you.

Description
Watching you leave is like watching driftwood approach the horizon of an ocean burning with the melancholic orange of a weeping sunset sky. It's like grasping the folds of a vast, luscious meadow to marvel at rolling hills ahead with a stunning sense of awe. It's like standing in a still forest watching the sun struggle to break free of vines and branches, or like hearing the sound of a rainbow pierce through clouds and strike at the heart of a mountaintop. Watching you leave is like feeling a beach glow with all the tastes of indigo and violet, or listening to stars whisper ever so quietly from the depths of an African night. It's like contemplating the touch of the warm, blue Western coast, like being kissed by a disappearing sun and finding solace in the breeze, like mourning helplessly over the fading of valleys to soft, silky shades of silver.

It's emotional, and beautiful.

I'll miss you.