There is that one place, where sun seems to set just that little bit different than anywhere else on earth.

Where the sun lifts the weight off your shoulders. Where everything suddenly makes sense. Even if, in the grand scheme of things, nothing really does.

In the words of Jacob Collier:

I know
Whichever way the wind may blow
There will be a place for me to go
In my hideaway
[…]
Wherever I go wandering
I'll find a home in everything
In my hideaway

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