A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of it's going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
— John Steinbeck
The Grapes of Wrath
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