Flying Dolphins

Sculpture near the Agios Aekaterinis gate Rhodes town. The sun sets behind the horizon line, the heat of the day vanishes, a soft breeze blows gently over your skin, the world is covered in twilight.
For the short moment of the blue hour the island respires silence, prepares for the lights of the darkness.
The sky changes from blue to black. It´s night on Rhodes, the island of my inspiration.
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