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In the Carribeanat the end of daysun drops suddenlylike a fire ballbehind forested hills
Here now skyline assembles fire.The sun collects up to leave.Its bright following paled,suddenly all goes. Dusk rushesin, like door closed on windowless room.
It is midnight in the ice rinkAnd all is cool and still.Darkness seems to hold its breathNothing moves, until