Children call  – On your marks, get set, go –  sandals slap on the concrete as they go racing each other up and down the path in the dusk. So much energy bubbling through small bodies, sandals slapping the earth as it turns, spinning on into the night until the dark sends them indoors. Stars bloom, distant infernos.

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