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The boy who collected sunsets. Ah, let me read this again. There was once a boy who lived in a small town where the sun always seemed to set beautifully. Every evening just before the sky turned dark, the clouds would become pink and gold, and the old town would stop for a moment to watch everyone except him. He collected sunsets. He had a small wooden box underneath his bed, and inside it were dozens of tiny glass bottles. Each bottle contained a sunset. What's in Trades now. Yeah, oh.

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Isn't it is like. So the sources from the day he learns to land. From his mother's birthday. Besides on his mother's birthday, the sunset from the gym his best friend. Moved away, and no particular sunset that he refused to label. It was sunset from the day his father left. Ellie's father had promised he would return. I'll be back before the next sun set. I had said, but he never came back. So Ellie had captured that sunset and locked it away. He couldn't explain why. Perhaps he was afraid that if he let the sunset disappear, he promised he would disappear with it. Years passed. One evening when Amy was 17, his grandmother called him into his kitchen. She was holding an old envelope. This came for you. A life round. There was no name on it. William address his address. So, he opened it inside a single paragraph. A single photograph.

It showed his father standing beside a lighthouse. On the back was 6 words, I finally found what I was looking for. He stared at the photograph, and he noticed something strange. Lights are familiar. Yeah, I've seen it before. OK, my phone is fully charged. OK, I'm very familiar. He had seen it before. Blah blah blah. It's soon beyond, it stood beyond the northern cliffs, about 3 days' walk from town. The next morning, Eli left. He took a backpack, some food, his father's old photograph, and without really knowing why.