We screamed this primeval scream built on a base of freedom, raised from beauty of a dying breed, and threw our heads back to laugh or cry, I'm not entirely sure which. But the scream shook the golden sunset, bringing it to its knees.
Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
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