“ I eased back on my elbows, tilting my head back to look up at the sky, which was pinkish, streaked with red. This was the time that we knew best, that stretch of day going from dusk to dark. It seemed like we were always waiting for nightime here. I could feel the trampoline easing up and down, moved by our breathing, bringing us in small increments up and back from the sky as the colors faded, slowly, and the stars began to show themselves.
— This Lullaby
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