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That evening closed with the flocks of children tramping through the light drizzle in their yellow raincoats.
Their breath escaped with every word in clouds of steam,
As they spoke in hushed voices, discussing the secrets of the frogs croaking in the ground growing dark around them.
They each reached their homes, flowing towards the doors with windows that glowed like fireflies trapped in glass jars.
It was a quiet night, but that’s who did everyone just fine.

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