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March 17, 2004
The darkness makes is hard to see – there are flashing lights, shadows, what might be their shapes moving at the edge of your vision. You hold a hand above your eyes to shield them from the street-light above and squint into the night. There, past the cop cars, a patch of darkness shifts in front of a car, and then, in a second, you realize that they've been marching up the street without your noticing them – they are almost upon you, but somehow they had been lost in the darkness. Your breath catches as the elephants emerge from the night.