6

6
The eye of the star sets over the haze of Cleveland. In that moment, the poetic feeling passes. You look into it. Like strangers, you avoid contact. The feeling is distinctly ephemeral. Nothing will make it last.
You have forgone the mystery of a violent past. Now you must live in its shadow, tending to values rather than fighting for them.
Your family helps you to grow. Yet, like a flock of crows surrounding a cardinal, something about your family is not connected to you. Your disparate appearance disguises the common catastrophe that separated you and your friend.
Without looking any further, the case is closed. The mystery remains normal, and you discontinue the pursuit in exchange for happiness.
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