If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood.
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