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June 4, 2006
Dusk falls upon the city; descending like an icy cloak upon the stark buildings, shrouding everything in its gloom. We live in a nation of closed windows, going through our day-to-day routines without even once looking out. The city is cold without a chance of sunshine, and we lock ourselves away so we can barely feel it. Softly, softly, the silence creeps upon us, threatening to drown us out. The light is dying, and we begin to draw up our defences, putting up our tallest walls and strongest shields. One by one the windows close, and the twilight inches in.