The setting sun painted the sky red

  Shadows stretched along the dirt path

  The river was calm underneath that wooden bridge

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  I looked out toward the distance

  Toward the horizon

  Where a figure should have been

  Was it the glare of the setting sun

  Was it the haze of the summer day

  Was it my fatigued, unfocused mind

  That caused me to not see anything

  Tomorrow as well…