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Near the border was an isolated stairwell going up, wrapped in metal, and smelling of meat.
On the hill that could just be seen, a light winked, and was never more seen.
In the crook of the bend of the sky sat an inverted twilight man; when he waved his hand down, we all said goodbye.

#writtenoom 2025-04-03

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