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It’s her, a black woman with a purple scarf said, the girl who falls from the sky.
Music played in Julia’s ears as she fell from the sky.
Then Julia fell, her head reclined, a constellation of island hundreds of feet below her.
Kristen’s face was the last thing Julia saw before she fainted.
Above Julia’s head islands and clouds filled the skies.
A soloist sang in falsetto.
A man was singing along.
A man was playing a trumpet.
Music came from an open window.
Below Julia, roofs lingered still.
