Sunsets remind me that endings can be just as beautiful as beginnings. Growing up in North Carolina, I’d watch the sky change from gold to violet over the lake near my house, a quiet ritual that helped me unwind after long days of school and projects. I’ve learned to see change not as something to fear, but as something to appreciate for what it reveals. Each color fading into the next reminds me that transitions can be calm and meaningful.
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