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The old stars were sunlight once

Movie theater, closed 30 years,
shuttered and dark,
brick and mortar slowly dissolving in time
until just now, when pale November sun
reached across the abandoned parking lot,
and climbed the tall back
where the screen used to be.
For a long dawn moment,
the whole building glowed pink,
warmed and beautiful
in the light of all this attention.

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