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Elsewhere, left behind heat of a new summer between familiar walls. Quiet skies, trees stuck motionless along a darkening road. Neck hurts from staring up and flirting with that half of the moon, feeling its distant presence. Stories of dreams in nights, and of night in dreams.

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