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And so it will happen when they all look at sunset. The same memory. Or dream. Twelve
years from now reoccuring beside flying on a swing or jumping fences to hurry home. A great assembly on the docks of what could be somewhere on the east coast; maybe the west. Diffused
brilliant orange and muted shades everything is a liquid blur. But I'm watching, moving higher and higher developing the panoramic view which has to be everyone alive. Something is roiling over the horizon, and a furious sun ascends yellow and crimson. The sun is a raiaging spere extingushing the
blue and white. And there is a girl in pigtails and freckles. She turns, looks at me but
I'm already captured at eye level. Just before the sun settles above and turns to shadow.
years from now reoccuring beside flying on a swing or jumping fences to hurry home. A great assembly on the docks of what could be somewhere on the east coast; maybe the west. Diffused
brilliant orange and muted shades everything is a liquid blur. But I'm watching, moving higher and higher developing the panoramic view which has to be everyone alive. Something is roiling over the horizon, and a furious sun ascends yellow and crimson. The sun is a raiaging spere extingushing the
blue and white. And there is a girl in pigtails and freckles. She turns, looks at me but
I'm already captured at eye level. Just before the sun settles above and turns to shadow.