Nightstill
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Contributed by brittle sounds, clouds as a hasty swarm over peaks. Behind windows, lights flash like Morse characters. Gondolas hiss past like flying objects. People are like phantoms in the snow. The moon rises, glows, crashes, disappears and always goes up again. (Isabella Reicher)
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