>DUSK

>Across the timber-cracked boardwalk, under the sad sad twilight, there he is. Arms in a heartbreaking circle. Empty but for all the faces pressed beside him, looking up into the bright wonder of the sky. All those detonations below us, silent timed explosions down beneath the bridge, they shoot into the air. His face glows green for a moment, and the stars seem to rain down among us. His tears, tinged with glorious light.

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