The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. But he afterwards acted upon the suggestion. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Our ideal had fallen. If he got her outside, surely the soldiers would see her and intervene.
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