The street lamps draw cones of light with white chalk on the black background of the night, roughing in the streets beneath with long strokes of wet-elephant grey. At the intersection, the traffic lights call their pre-recorded square dance, but there are no more dancers, just the feckless wind that kicks an empty styrofoam cup out of its way, and staggers off into the darkness.
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