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Cotton clouds appear suddenly in the sky, held there with double-sided tape. Official mourners stand on the ground underneath, trying to find faces in the smoky shapes that drift apart. After a while, nothing is left, and attention drifts across the otherwise completely blue sky to the intercontinental contrail of a commercial jet, way to high (and off-course too, what's a passenger jet doing over this test-killing ground?).
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