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in a bush by the train tracks a little girl crawls out her sleeping bag, a small scratch to get the sand from off her scalp, stretches her long arms out and in mid-yawn with one eye open her whole stops. few a feet beyond the tracks there is broad nothingness where once was buildings. surprised how it all just vanished, seeing foundations still buried in the dirt and flickering neon tubes astray from their high brick towers. she begins to pack up and heads towards the brand new debris trash planet.