The walnutted ancient face of humanity shoulder-touching close collapses into a delta of riverlets, waterfalls down inside down, down churning blackly in the sinkhole of loss. We stand, our arms around each other, beneath black towering clouds shot through with red and gold roiling the heavens, raging down, spurred by fear fueling grief.
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