A brisk night breeze disturbs the drape, exposing the silent clash between the moon and the streetlamp. The harvest moon, filtered through the yellowing leaves of the ash, is dappled, but bright. The streetlamp finds no obstacle to its glare.
Their fight for the stage is cut into brief scenes before the curtain goes down on each act. A sudden gust allows one last chance to upstage each other before an arm reaches up to slam the window shut.
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