10.15.2007
I wake under a pile of cold blankets to stagger out onto a narrow street where the rays of the sun are just beginning to fall on buildings built before the war. Awed as I am at the sight of the sky, and assuming myself among the recently undeceived, I don't even consider the possibility that this is a false dawn.
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