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They made love at night when the stars and moon where obscured by clouds that lay like a blanket over the skies lit only by the atomic fires. The air tasted like sweet ashes as a black rain crept over the still landscape.
A car sat alone on highway 492, the sound of Sinatra barely audible through the glass of the windows. Half a mile from the car he had fallen down and the wreath of hair spread out around his body.
She sat alone at the power station, listening to the silence for the first time since she could remember. Her hand rested on a transformer covered in a thin sheen of rust.
On the edge of the ocean red waves lapped along a beach that looked stained by iron. He bent down to feel the water and look at the whale corpse that lay in the shallow waters.
A car sat alone on highway 492, the sound of Sinatra barely audible through the glass of the windows. Half a mile from the car he had fallen down and the wreath of hair spread out around his body.
She sat alone at the power station, listening to the silence for the first time since she could remember. Her hand rested on a transformer covered in a thin sheen of rust.
On the edge of the ocean red waves lapped along a beach that looked stained by iron. He bent down to feel the water and look at the whale corpse that lay in the shallow waters.