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cresting four o'clock, the November sun paints an amber hue... and highlights the yellow leaves on the yawning willow spray. photographers coined this moment in time as "The Golden Hour"; the intricate dance of color, shadows, and light copulates with the senses...opening hearts...sewing serenity. one bears witness to a collective softening... a drawbridge of defenses that lowers one chain link at a time. it is coined "The Golden Hour" for something more than enhancing the foreground... it exists for lifting the veil of vulnerability. ::: the longevity of a genuine relationship relies not on a set of common interests nor on shared emotional histories nor on similar childhood upbringings nor on reciprocated feelings but on a road of unrelenting, wholehearted, acceptance. ::: a person who embodies presence in his or her daily life has difficulty recalling the events of that day. why? to recall places one in the past; truly present people are terrible at telling st...