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The stern face of the dead driver of that ruined car takes the time to look out at us again. Like a small statue kept warm by a donated suit of clothing, she braves the unfeeling cold only so that we will know that she is there. The 月 is far away, and we are not.

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	The stern face of the dead driver of that ruined car takes the time to look out at us again. Like a small statue kept warm by a donated suit of clothing, she braves the unfeeling cold only so that we will know that she is there. The moon is far away, and we are not.