A beautiful summer night in Santa Monica is worth a thousand words. Walking along the beach, the smells , sounds and sights of couples, both straight and gay, are gazing at the water, holding hands and trying to hold on to each and every moment of the 7 minutes that it takes for the sun to actually vanish below the horizon. It's a precious 7 minutes indeed and for a thousand years, we have tried and I'm sure , for a thousand more we will feel the sunset slip through our fingers. But don't be sad. Because tomorrow, there will be another sunset to grasp and, God willing, that special hand to hold that you held today.
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