The night of the eclipse was a special night, and Diego's last. It was fitting somehow. Crisp cold February night, clear skies, sunny days turning towards Spring and rebirth.
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The night of the eclipse was a special night, and Diego's last. It was fitting somehow. Crisp cold February night, clear skies, sunny days turning towards Spring and rebirth.
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