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A City by Night

I miss the darkness.

Even when I close my eyes the world seems to find its way back in. Walking past the liquor store my brow is beaten by the caustic yellow hum of burning sodium vapor. A deep crimson sea recedes into the haunted lowlands of the cosmopolitan skyline. Everything is revealed to the waning curiosity of my tired eyes.

A fistful of stars suddenly reminds me of my place among them.

Catching my breath for a moment, I wonder just how thin a veil this truly is.

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