Snow buried what remained of last night's fireworks. Then melted, coursed down the streets in muddy ripples. It's been longer than you can remember since you had a night that you couldn't remember. Why you wake up missing your jacket and smelling of vomit in an apartment overlooking a rutted field, rows of abandoned buildings. What the unseen sun hasn't thawed. On the street of Invalids. In a city rearing up for apocalypse.
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Rarely are such moments captured by a camera...
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