December

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“It’s gone.”
Dread filled with echo.
The thread that pulls you up has been cut.
“The fight is over.  Now stop.”
“I will not. There’s still one left.”
“So what? In a few moments it’ll be gone.”
You look at the sun.
“But for now there’s only beauty. So stop.”

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