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  • Walking the nearly deserted main street, yellow under the fog and street lamps, I wondered -

    What goes on here?

    Inscrutable and unknowable, shielded by the sidelong glances given me as I walked into Grandma's Bar.

    The mist deepened. To the south, the approach of sirens.

    I turned towards the river and saw the ambulance fly across the bridge.

    Gone into darkness.

    Henry at night.
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