April 2023
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"nearly dawn "

We pour out into the street, steaming. A plush wave of darkness descended while we were inside. Now, it wraps me like a fever. Everyone is going home; you leave without a sound. The night swallows all. Silhouettes diffuse into one another, then into the sidewalk. The city raps a finger on my soul. The sound bounces off the buildings. It fills the streets. It escapes into the sky. Precious, precious, the color of slate—the moon peeking bashfully over our horizon.

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