In 1999, my family and I were on holiday in Italy when we got out our square, plastic glasses to look at the sky. We had stopped trying to catch lizards as the birds had stopped tweeting. Everything had hushed. It was eerie. Spooky. Like a calm before a storm.
The sun had disappeared. I was afraid to look up. To go blind…
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