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| The pillars are decorated with stars - backlit stars, of course. In the perpetual twilight of land beyond the maple lanes, they glow like . . . well, stars. I was going to say "cinders rising from a campfire," but why? They're stars. |
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| The pillars are decorated with stars - backlit stars, of course. In the perpetual twilight of land beyond the maple lanes, they glow like . . . well, stars. I was going to say "cinders rising from a campfire," but why? They're stars. |
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