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| afd9351 | The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between the chimneys. The sky was still dark - a sated, navy-blue woman - but the grass was jittery with the expectation of dawn. | stars daybreak skylights television-aerials dawn morning | Peter S. Beagle |