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With a sigh as heavy as the morning in January, I look up and see the brightest thing I've seen in years. Thick in the purple background, laughing with its neighbor stars, it's without gender, voiceless, intricate beauty in a glance. My soul stops beating so hard for just a moment in time.
With a turn of a heel and a click of a cell phone closing, the clue is laid. If their lousy detectives couldn't pick that one up, no one could. It was like laying a trap for a baby, for a hamster. They would all jump so easily when they found it, thinking they were the ones with the brains.