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With the setting sun,
they crawl from their sleek conch shells,
and investigate.
A rich orange swoon.
Swarms of crepuscular gods.
They're radiating!!
Vibrant strands of sand
engulf the coastal waters,
aching for their touch.
Hear a healing scent,
waft a soothing lullaby,
taste a languid storm.
Sensual miasmas
from the crepuscular gods
will subdue the crowds.
As the last sunshreds
depart from the horizon,
the gods fade away
until tomorrow,
when the coming of Eve will
be worshipped again.