An Evening in Terrace
It was an cloudy evening. I had just returned from office. The golden hour was just running out. Seeing scattered clouds, I grabbed my camera and reached the terrace and the result is before you.
It was an cloudy evening. I had just returned from office. The golden hour was just running out. Seeing scattered clouds, I grabbed my camera and reached the terrace and the result is before you.
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