As starlight trickles down from the indigo night sky, the old windmill stands tall and stoic, a silhouette against the evening’s swift coming darkness. In this tranquil moment, the old windmill stands as a symbol of unwavering strength and endurance, a sentinel guarding the secrets of the night, while the stars above bear witness to its enduring presence in the tapestry of time. I was with a glad heart that stopped and composed this scene…

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