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An indigo sky pulsed over the waves. A screen of thin grey film over the windscreen due to the smoke slowly bleeding from the crumpled front hugging the trunk of a great oak. Its embrace encapsulated the warmth running through her chest, the splitting pain and warm sensation of what had passed seemed beleaguered to a sense of cutting scandal. The only section of the automobile still in tact and working order flipped down on cue to reveal a smile split centrally by a single trickle of dark claret.