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Atomic Fire After the first A-bomb the desert was littered with green glass shards. Sand, fire-fused by colliding particles. After the first A-bomb the body politic shattered like glass. The world littered with fierce, jagged edges. Our fears, fire-fused by colliding idealogies.
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