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He stopped, turned, and lifted a hand. "There are places between the things we lose and the things we keep," he said. "I stand in one of them. Tonight you found a few of your own." Then he walked on. When the boy plucked one and read it
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A dark, moody shot of the venue or stage with low lighting, silhouettes of the artists, and the date overlaid in bold white text.