"...as smoke clears out coughing kids jump through the shattered windows and start running in the courtyard, movements slowered as in dreams, rifles shooting in their back. A wall tumbles down, soldiers poke their heads in shouting, some respond to fire. Kids are stuck in the middle, one of them stomps a dead comrade and feels guilty as if he where the cause of the decease. Sky is black in the sunlight, no shadow is cast, sun itself is an hardcopy, the skeleton of an aster..."
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